As the shadows start to grow
for worries on a string
there will always
be a smile
it knows so well
the sun does
nothing but shine
the grains
and grams
that weigh
your soul
at noon
that is known
one more time
before I go
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
This one is different to me than the others. Especially that last paragraph, at noon that is known one more time before we go, I like it's meter, very nice rythym to it.
Agreed, well done.
Captures the prarie summer perfectly. Jeeze, anything that makes you long for the Peg over Montreal is pretty damn good! I miss collaboration - sigh.
Post a Comment