Swan Lake (3 From Maine) Poem by Bryan Riley
Swan Lake (3 From Maine)
In the field
where the
horses play,
in the meadow
where we lay
with the fireflies
under the
million
million stars
: The cries of
the loons that
sent shivers
down our spines:
Sitting by the
fire, the flames
casting lively
shadows on
the faces of
the ones whose
tales will be
told, but
not just yet...
Monday, April 26, 2010
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