Alice Anne Gordon
At The End Of The World - Poem by Alice Anne Gordon
Dandilions float untroubled
in the gentle strokes of sunshine.
Tiny creatures curl in comfort,
as quiet as an ancient dream.
The Prarie pauses.
A lick of bright heat,
the straw stalks stammer,
the zzub of uneasy wings cease...
Peace in this place
of tamed sunbeams,
the dandilion drifts undisturbed.
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