Psst
Whisper soft strokings
Stirring up life tides
Almost like bagpipes
On descantic hillsides
Echoes of losses of
Tempers and friends
Memories lingering
Kneeling to mend that
Tattertorn sweater a
Soul of loose ends
Rising to challenge
Habitual pride
Such is the music
In rhythm and rhyme
Flowing
Forever in time
Pulsation sensations
Enlivened emotions
Awakened and
Ready to rise
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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