Ermine Landscapes Poem by Mark Heathcote

Ermine Landscapes



Running into the mountains, all the children go
with hearts aflutter, O there's a golden rainbow

and a pot of gold on a white ermine landscape-
of snow, where playful polar bears play

with Apollonian spirits roaring all day
and a billion stars with a moonscape.

You can closely lasso, you can lasso,
and take your Winnie the Pooh,

do you remember this, too?
Or is it just me?

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