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Many Trees Talking |
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By the river
when it is cold
and the Sun dances
upon the water
so brightly sparkling
into my eyes & hellip,
... nothing
is warmer
than late into the night
when the bright Moon walks
the river of wintertime,
alone,
... when memory
sits beside me like a shadow,
and many trees are talking,
... as the horned owl calls
... the names.
Our youth was in a hurry
then.
So brave!
... so damn, laughing,
brave.
I build a fire to warm my hands,
my heart,
my old
cold
feet.
I am never alone anymore.
Voices
whisper in the glow
of embers,
as the fire fades to silence,
and the Moon remains a lantern
within the tall trees
talking
as I walk toward home.
The Owl remains,
so softly calling,
... the names
from long ago. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2002
Listed
September 26, 2009 |
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