Saturday, October 3, 2015
Poem and Art: The Water's Edge
Somewhere over a hill is the waters edge.
It is quiet there, a place where you can sit on the shore.
The water runs deep and whisks away the debris.
The trees do not block the view.
Clear site beyond the field and to the hill.
It is slow rolling and gentle.
A place where the livestock graze and the dogs bark.
Children play ball and the birds lay.
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