C*taking Turns * Poem by James McLain
C*taking Turns *
Short of wind your breath belies
the dragging of your heal in
dust we trust.
Sweat dried sand to face
scoured fresh blush the
wind has made
to know.
Wind lifts my arms to take
from you this gift is
precious so.
heal? hmm? First Known Use of heal before the 12th century, in the meaning defined at transitive sense 1a History and Etymology for heal Middle English helen, from Old English hǣlan; akin to Old High German heilen to heal, Old English hāl whole — more at whole perhaps you meant HEEL? maybe not! (cont.)
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4/16/2024 12:37:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
(cont.) WhoWhat is C i wonder. in the title i mean! i like the poem. I trust in dust, in dust i trust. You can trust 'God'. Go ahead, but, in 'My Book', Ol' God is dead. : ( bri :)