The Beginning Poem by BILLY ANGEL

The Beginning

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The appearing stars,
the clover, the hooved trail
through the meadow, cows

grazing, watching us pass,
munching their evening meal,
our talk sweet and true

though we won't remember
how significant the day was
or what we talked of, the sun,

like a good friend not ready
to go home, lingers at the door
unwilling to say goodbye.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joan.L. Denton 17 October 2009

very beautiful poem.

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BILLY ANGEL

BILLY ANGEL

Knoxville, Iowa
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