And the stream was long and narrow
Running 'side.....the crooked marrow
Of the smoked-black, wooded bark
Through the dark woods of Killclarke
And, on Augustides...afternoons face
We called on magique to take its' place
Off the windbreaks and the shadows
Silhouettes of nesting sparrows
Flight juxtaposed....and flanked in ''V
Then breaking flank in serpentine
They flutter....into weeping tree's
And, goldenrod...aroused in breeze
'Bove our heads windpipes in whistle
Stroking prickled flowered thistles
Painting colours...shades of green
An Artist's finest dream
And, could life yet, get any better
Then with you, and me together
Sharing love in the wooded dark
By the white streams...of Killclarke
Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) -MMXVI
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