Driven Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper
Driven
It does not matter
How I have been driven
What gauntlet took up
What gauntlet threw down
I Found little birds in hiding
I found rain slick pavements-
Sodden bushes
Winds tormenting the eaves
Teasing inside!
I found webs
Silence in sun
Chasms too wide
Mountains too high
I have walked past forever
And morn's not given
Hankering and hungering after the moon
I settle now for a lonelier heaven
And sink to surety at last
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