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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Do no go into that bright light that waits.
For all whom cross that finish line and start
This life again.
Yes it burns,
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What is the source of authority,
Is it your God?
How do you know that it feels good if you lie or claim
That you never did it.
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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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