Elaine Sept Poems

The quiet willow softly blossoms,
With her gentle blush of red,
Love's tender touch so shyly felt,
Through sunshine spilled overhead.
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Son of the earth and sea and sand,
Dwell not on the trials of yesterday,
Bridges, and tunnels, and barns
Ghostly reflections of passageways and dwellings
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I wish I could have been in the Garden,
Where first you groomed those tender rows of rhyme,
When the Sculptor, the Doctor, the Poet,
Planted seeds ripe for the marking of time.
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