"The grate of a boat on a gravel bar,
the call of a distant loon,
coffee and bacon and cedar smoke,
and geese against the moon.
An osprey's plunge in a mountian lake
and his labored rise with a fish;
I dream of the world my grandchildren face,
and I wish, and wish, and wish..."
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Topic - With Respect for the 'times'--a Poem... - Thom V 12:51:47 09/20/01 (0)
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