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TILL GARNET LIGHT BATHES ALL
My footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge
tracing the drone of northern hills
My footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge
on rails spinning my mind’s windmills.
A rush of bushy gray quite lean
tracing the drone of northern hills,
pricks through a longing like a scream.
Bold emerald limbs of ferns now churn
a rush of bushy gray quite lean
to gaze back thrice…in lone sojourn
as hilltops lull of winters passed.
Bold verdant limbs of ferns now churn
To dream again through soul downcast
while young marbles begin to roll
as hilltops lull of winters passed.
Till garnet light bathes hope’s cheer, whole,
my footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge
And young marbles begin to roll
My footsteps mark a deeper, keener edge.
by nette onclaud
Hope Contest of Craig Cornish
14 Nov12
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