from spawn
to sea
they
thread
their
course
through
gorse bright
bog brown
banks
until
beside
the stone
arched bridge
they dice
with fate
as rod
and line
in
mid-stream
wait
their
knowledge to
consume
but
that grim
town
of low
renown
cannot steal
all nature's
bounty
and
silver
magic
escapes
its traps
out to
the free
Atlantic

08/14/2006

Posted on 08/14/2006
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