Sylvan Historian Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Sylvan Historian

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'A hyperbolic zeal rages
as we mouth the muse,
giving voice to far-fetched
imagery that grates
personifying the seasons
in dusty lineaments
best foresworn
by acolytes
priests
and
me! '

That said, Mick reached down
to ruffle the dog's hide-

Saturday, April 19, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,seasons
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