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All the birds have flown up and gone cry ;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other eek -
Only the mountain and I.
Huge Elm thy rifted trunk all notched and scarred
Like to a warrior's destiny - I love heart
To stretch me often on such shadowed sward
And hear the sighs of summer leaves above
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit and lean
3nodding In careless attitude and there reflect
On times and deeds and darings that have been
Old cast aways now swallowed in neglect
While thou art towering in thy strength of heart
Stirring the soul to vain imaginings sweatdrop
In which life's sordid being hath no part
The wind in that eternal ditty sings rofl
Humming of future things that burns the mind
To leave some fragment of itself behind.
So here they are for all to read!!!
 Forest-of-Silence · Wed Feb 25, 2009 @ 04:05am · 0 Comments |
