Thomas Danaher

(Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)

Sitting By The Campfire - Poem by Thomas Danaher

Sitting by the campfire
I drink stream water from a Tin cup.
A moonbeam falls into it.
I sip it.
The water has turned into Wine.
I sip again.
The wine is gone!
The moon has disappeared Behind a cloud.
Alas!
What cruel games the gods Play on us.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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