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Tale of An Old Crow
I was hiking in the hills, and I was talking to the air when a fork in the path, took me first here,... and then, there Prickly thickets, were aflame with brilliant crimson, entrapping my feet, with a pin-cushion prison The foxgloves too, grew in mass profusion My head in a state of blind confusion Granite rocks were wearing saffron, golden Clouds up above, blending, enfolding The hills were hidden in the cloudy mist The mountains were turning deep amethyst Dilemma lay ahead in my all my decisions I stumbled along, without much precision Grass bending low, between the boulders Gulls screamed higher, wind getting colder I would forge on ahead, over ditches and water, as the ebb of the day, was getting darker and darker There was a fork, in the trail near a sage scrub tree where the needles on the ground, wore a carpet lined with weeds, The pine was tethered in its place by the rust-red sky, Brown and dead at the top, where a crow was sitting by ~ On long ago nights, when we sat by the lamp I remembered one tale, that had come from my Gramps The fastest way home was......as the crow flies So I waited, awhile, .......He led me home, by and by __________________________________________________________ For The Rhyme Contest: Sponsored by Juli Michelle 10/5/13
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