Treasure Island

Adeline Foster

(Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

.Fog


Over that mountain the sun is shining
Over that mountain it's day
Here in our valley the fog is hanging
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Just words that seem to run together
While drving through the fog one morning.

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  • Danny Draper (6/13/2013 6:21:00 PM)

    A fine write to remind us of the fog of time that lingers and the sun of change that burns it off and reveals a new and ever changing day but inextricably linked to the good things of the past. (Report) Reply

  • Greg Davidson (4/24/2013 5:08:00 PM)

    the words just just randomly come so often amaze me. such powerful images both on the surface and at that deep level (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (4/22/2013 12:11:00 AM)

    ((Just words that seem to run together)) ... of course words form a string of images and ideas when they come from a master hand, they don't stay as just words, but become a meaningful poem...! ! ! (Report) Reply

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