Eva McLelland Poems

'Tis a blessing to be bonded as a child,
With little feathered beings of the wild.
A blessing that accrues,
And to then lose,
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Lay not aside my humble wordage,
Lest lost be knowledge of my bondage.
Wake me not, that dreams I've lost--
Oh, them, preserve, at any cost! Buried are thoughts from eons ago,
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Wonderful are the wonders
Of this mystic, wonderful world.
For me, as I wander,
Endless beauty is unfurled.
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