in the long distance there is a green wall
the boundary of light and of our place
in middle summer a leaf may now fall
the days are warm the trees are safely tall
joy's written we may think on every face
in the long distance there is a green wall
a happy music might begin the ball
each dancer showing us a ready grace
in middle summer a leaf may now fall
we don't expect the moment soon to pall
each has to rest before the next swift chase
in the long distance there is a green wall
the sweetest savour will not turn to gall
we tell ourselves and then we have to brace
in middle summer a leaf may now fall
we think our hearts and minds are far too small
to hold within them all we would encase
in the long distance there is a green wall
in middle summer a leaf may now fall
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
11 July 2008
a sudden flutter
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