David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Fine Memory Of Chana Along Lake Nefooey - Poem by David McLansky

I liked the way she walked the Road
Strong-thighed and brisk she stepped and strode;
She walked ten paces 'head of me,
How firm her legs in dungarees.

She stepped and kicked, an easy race;
I upped my step to match her pace;
But strode she off away from me,
I could not catch her destiny.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 8, 2014


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