Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Memory
Feb 23, 2004 12:31:14 GMT -5
Post by Wolf on Feb 23, 2004 12:31:14 GMT -5
Memory
Soft winds blowing through pine and meadow
singing songs of otherwhen
Bringing scents of cooling shadow
deep in faery dale and glen...
Soothing wind of field and flowers
whispering poems of sea and sky
Bringing hints of coming showers
from lonely clouds that weep and sigh...
Cold wind blowing `cross hill and vale
wandering far from arctic land
Bringing breath of snow and hail
to sweep across beach and strand...
Gentle winds of pine and meadow
Of field and flower, dale and glen
of sea and sky, hill and vale...
Of yesterday and otherwhen
Of yesterday... and otherwhen...
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, March 23, 1974
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Memory
Feb 24, 2004 1:31:52 GMT -5
Post by bloodredtears on Feb 24, 2004 1:31:52 GMT -5
another great piece....i really enjoy all your poetry and this is no exception...wonderful imagery!
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Memory
Feb 25, 2004 17:35:38 GMT -5
Post by SilverEyes on Feb 25, 2004 17:35:38 GMT -5
Beautiful write, GhostWolf, I, especially, like the closing stanza.
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