Lorna Gero

Rookie (March 1,1978 / Antigonish, Nova Scotia)

Passing Strangers - Poem by Lorna Gero

A gathering of many
woman, men, children.
A spot where they come
to reflect, cry, or share
a precious moment.
The clear blue sky
embraces the rich sun.
The river near echoes
a steady rythm.
The birds applaud
singing a soft melody.
Familiar and unfamiliar
faces gather with no
Their only wish is to be as
one with their surroundings.
An ocassional nod followed
by a smile.
A moment captured by few.
The silent acknowledgement
of a mutual engagement experienced
by passing strangers.

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  • Brian Dorn (3/24/2006 9:48:00 PM)

    This is very true... 'The silent acknowledgement'... I like that!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 24, 2006

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