Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

Last But Not Least

Into ancient canyons 
we raced
             down desert 
trails 
      and on into 
the river
       no time to 
lose
       as we
touch the 
        lights of 
late October
Autumn - Child 
you know the 
  score by now
        Catch the 
moment as it 
flies by
     it's propelled 
by a fierce wind 
     and there 
    is no time to 
    waste
  Last but not least 
    I must inform 
you 
    that 
         joy 
comes in the 
morning

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Daver Austin June 15, 2008 at 4:30 AM Great free flow here, Mathew.....a quick flight of fancy. LOVE IT! Sorry about Shostakovic or Shostakovich, or whatever. I've played several of his Symphonies in various professional orchestas, but, unfortunately was always confused by the various spellings, especially Russian. Again, great write. Love, Daver