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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

AN EYE CROSSING WATERS



Moon three-quarters in a dark night sky
Pavement black equally beneath 
      my gaze
I think back of all the many ways
We've stepped and trod
And the many days we rest
      beneath the sod;
Only to emerge again, an eye
Crossing waters
To a new land and hand
And Journey again...

How to tell our sons?
How to tell our daughters?




(C)2013 by W.G. Milne