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Joseph Narusiewicz

Rookie - 866 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Sisters of Mendocino


They chase the butterflies of Mendocino
Blue sea but not as blue as their eyes
Peacock feathers play and fly in my dreams
I see sisters running in the lush fields
Riding horses, hugging dogs, naming cats
Proud noble parents with lovely daughters

Mendocino like Rivendell enchantment
Elves laugh in the magic glens
Tree Ents in the deep mysterious redwoods
Whales spout and seals play with mermaids
Sunsets made of wizard purple
The wind is blowing my prayers
Ladies of Mendocino beautiful like Galadriel

Lusty month of May in a crown of wild flowers
Hear the call of the spring throne room
Rings of the elves
Songs sad as Bambi’s mother
Stars rising amidst tears and memory
Joy will bring another Mendocino moon

Ladies of Mendocino your knight waits by dawn
Songbirds and sea gulls with cryptic comfort
Old roads where trolls have hidden
Cliffs with vines of ancient sorrow yet love
Sisters with tears yet strong with ghosts
Sisters of Mendocino with smiles like heaven

Submitted: Thursday, February 27, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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