Fleeting Time and Oak
...My woods, my gentle comforters stretch to no confines but blue and to the sun. They surrounding me in shaded blankets, but unholding in the unbridled sense of it.
It’s to my special spot I seated ...
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Categories:
hovelled, analogy,
Form: Narrative
Ballad.
...Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To ...
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Categories:
hovelled, angst, life, loss, lovedeath,
Form: Ballad
Ballad.
...Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To ...
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Categories:
hovelled, angst, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form: Ballad
In the Shadows of Wounded Knee
...Coming upon…
Morose shabby hovelled homes
Heat scorched children playing
Sun bleached innocence
Resolve slowly evaporating
In the arid wasteland heat of
The badlands of Wounded Knee
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Categories:
hovelled, history, imagination, life, native
Form: Epyllion