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Bridgeport
by Leonard M HawkesNaked
In the gold light
Of sunset,
We gazed west
Across the great meadow
To the stillness
Of the snowcapped Sierras.
There were no names--
Only from's
And to's,
Youth and age--
Warm in the bosom
Of our Mother
The Earth.
10/19/2008 Author's Note: For the friends at the hot spring
Posted on 10/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/20/08 at 03:51 AM I love pieces like this. The language and words are so quick, so simple, but never anything less than completely effective in painting the scene. Nicely done. |
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