James W. Spain Poems

A tribute poem
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The country store
has stood sentry for over a century.

Now worn and tired,
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This young child
by the name of Grace,

was born into poverty
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Whose woods these are
he did not know.

The road less traveled
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This thin veil
between life and death

is lifted at times revealing
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The bare
silver birch trees

glistening in
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You could hear the sound
of the gently falling snow

late this Christmas day
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The visit was brief
though it felt like hours on

this cold bitter day
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The deep snow
cushioned each step

as I walked into the deep
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The dream continued
each and every evening.

The cold nights at the Vermont inn
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