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From the Train Going Home

From The Train Going Home


As we roar over and by
the oaks are as still
as the snow they surround
 
Only the swans
on the pond
are moving
 
Then from an oak
a buckshot of crow
cawing and leaving
 

Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/12/2010 11:58:00 AM
Enjoyed reading today Donal. Love, Carol
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