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Ancient Winter

A Pileated Woodpecker skewers through The golden mirage of fall trees Leaves dropping from frosted beginnings Rush my glance towards his perch Loud knocking races my blood Fumbling with my camera Never captured History on parchment proclaims freedom Offering hope to all who taste the Coming winter To all who taste The Coming Winter

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James Peranteau

Date: 11/3/2011 6:57:00 AM

Well dear poet; I just finished Carolyn's cricket poem, and what a beautiful addition to a sunny morning here in Pa. sir ! I just love the little creations of Jehovah that let us know that these souls are out there, letting us realize the beauty of it all ! TY for the awesome share today Mr. Goff ! Have a wonderful week my friend....much love, james

Sarah Seraphin

Date: 11/2/2011 5:12:00 PM

* “I Love The Way That Your Gifted Brush Added A Touch of Perhaps Profound At The This Exceptional Verse * My Dear Precious James * `Rush My Glance Towards His Perch` * Poetry Amid The Finest Fashion * This Entire Piece, Crafted to Set In Fave * Always * Sarah.” *