The Five Starting Their Day
The keen necks in the blue eyes
Looking for the pink goal posts
She was six feet tall at the grassy ground
Sketching the angles and lines of the life
Playing in front of her like the young cubs
Beside her the young brown lad
Standing like the cloudless sun
Holding the firm hands of the dreaming girl
With a lot of maps of the hills and plains
Seated on the eye lashes to take shape
Next to him the frayed branches
Of the skinny old birch tree
Busy with the crimson and grey pictures
Left behind in the tales of light and shade
Crowding now in the pale light of the veins
Of brown leaves resting soft on
The shoulders of the child that
Fondles the dog with its eyes closed in joy
Leaving it the child holds the branch tightly
That sparkles in the waves of the moment
The sunshine holds the hands of
Life in the rainbows of time
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March 13, 2018
Seven-Ten - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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