I carved a path where once was none
let looming azure envelop me
refuge sought and taken there
and yearning peace,
I prayed ‘neath sunless mist
flew prickly o’er the trail
snaked ’round and down
where memories dead once buried me.
Patriot
- USA
- that’s what it said
- (In red not blue)
- and from either side
- of its bill
- the birds had fed
Quiet
They buried him this day
And tomorrow was in the past
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Pastime
At least he is one will know the dawn
Unlike hapless dreamers retire ere come the moon.
He serves up another helping of his baseball
While Jane slumbers, worn tested of the day.
Him solitary posts indifferent sentry to her dreams,
Restless, yearning, weighs was it her intended,
Or would the night stay longer if ’twas Mary first
He held ‘midst golden daisies bloomed in meadow’s lush?
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