James McLain Poems

In a wood that's lush and deep and green I sat,
Looking at a path that leads from left to right.
A single lonely figure that was I, and here the fog
Was moist and warm and white.
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I having looked at both side by side,
In fair weather and in calm.
And neither having the better claim,
Though when I walked that path again,
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Her voice is like the ocean breeze,
That moves across the moving waves when I'm alone.
Upon the rocks a wave has crashed the wind
Has tossed the foam.
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Some of us have been here quite a while.
Some of us have learned here how to smile.
Many moon's have come and gone a few of us have died.
For some of us our memories have faded like
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Placed in the getto by my case worker that I once
Thought my friend.
Isolation was my life at my age, near the end.
Forced interaction with people whom steal, living in fear
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I was born in the open, hidden in the clouds,
A shadow on the wall, closer to it all,
I came from snow.
To her the one I speak who tried to pry me loose,
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