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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Poem 299: Hiking Cold

In the beginning energy soared
steps were taken without thoughts more
left after right, right after left
up the mountain we carefully poured

Then slowly as the day wore on
the moon against the sun had won
and evening grew to greet the day
making left and right to run

Down the mountain with quickened pace
through the forest towards the gate
into the car to finish the race
as the stars upon us shone

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