Morgan Michaels Poems
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Clouds under heaven fly
Winds over meadow hie
Through kept field and forest wild
Rambles my motherless child.
Leaves along the alley fly
Over the valley ravens cry
Higher than the mountain lies
The land of the heart's desire.
Aunt Fritzi I
What she was is not exactly clear
but as often shown resting in an armchair reading the Times,
a journalist, perhaps? the way she looked
she could have been an ex-rockette.
It is natural and understandable
that she kept so firm a rein on Nancy,
her ward, troublesome child,
who lived with her for reasons