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echoes of Whitman
by Bethany Lee
echoes of Whitman
run through my head
while those that I Love
sleep sound in their bed
navigating the yellowbrick road.
The crickets rouse suspicion
Of the Creation story Ive been told,
So archaic and old.
I hold a piece
Of the fragmented puzzle,
A design so vast,
Human mind could never
Encompass it all,
But from my point of view,
What I have discovered
Is enough
To Trust
In the design of the
Ultimate Artist.
11/06/2006 Posted on 12/21/2006
Copyright © 2025 Bethany Lee
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