photo: Stephen Alsford
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Alas that I am drawn away From peaceful setting From the forest's Edge where sleepy Meadows bed Their tired children Welcome guests To while off winter's Icy nest Of solemn slumber, Waking now. As water wrapped in wind's caresses Ripples gently Boatmen cross the Surface glide on Silver, led From leaf to blade the Spider webs His glade preparing Summer eyes To open, staring, Waking! Now Soft-spoken spring an audience Attends, its pleasure Blends whose voices Measure ably From the marsh Where wild-geese wailing Fly and larks To ears attentive Warning call: Beware the stranger Waking now. Stay, forever! Willing thoughts are spun, But I have work that must be done Before the earth has kissed the sun Before they part to greet tomorrow ... today ... Progress? Down, damnation, down: I know my thoughts without a frown; That ten years hence These eyes will see A concrete jungle where a forest slept Once in fading memory. |
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photo: Stephen Alsford |
| Created: November 17, 2014. | © Stephen Alsford |