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For MR (who goes to work by kayak)

No longer locked in shiny spheres that rumble-role in soothing speed too closely packed on lazy tar like beads confined upon a string I feel the water freely flow My paddle tips reach for the sky The land two ribbons by my side No roaring engine leads the way The water-flow starts at my door It drifts away through the lagoon One day I'll join it to the bay and out beyond the Golden Gate

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/17/2010 10:58:00 AM
Niels, This is a very lovely, thought provoking poem,filled with imagery so clear that it is easy for the reader to visualize what the writer sees. Continued success. Barbara Henry
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Date: 11/28/2010 5:36:00 PM
I like this, Niels B.
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Date: 4/19/2010 3:50:00 AM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning Neils. Thank you for sharing your writing. Love, Carol
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