Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Rookie - 3 Points (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)

Aubrey - Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

While we laid on a blanket
in the middle of a field of
Queen Anne's Lace

I knew you'd move on soon
in your ambitious style
and that this would be
just a fleeting moment
in your memory

I knew I would never ever
leave this spot
that this moment would be
indelible -

stroking your hair
watching the
yellow butterflies
flittering above

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  • (6/28/2005 8:05:00 AM)

    You know that this is one of my favorites by you. Good one, Dork! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2005

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