Sunday, August 08, 2004

A Poem
A little thing that ran through my head while reading Wheel of Time

Long and green the grass that grows
Along the stream that ebbs and flows -
A song of trees that no one knows
Is sung by simple sons.

Tune of teal and tone of tongue
So soon the seal of someone spun
Festoons the field of phonies flung T
o winds of winters won.

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