Stug Jordan

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Three - Poem by Stug Jordan

There are no more than three of them,
neatly unpicked from the cross-stitch
of a yellow country scene,
three strands of beings, fishing –

and rods arched over the river like
small inadequate bridges,
as they sit against the blue, hatted.
And here and there a shallow sound

baits the day, climbing back up
the reeds like a wet dog,
to cluster in their ears with the crickets
and the last threads of the evening.

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  • (3/30/2007 9:31:00 AM)

    Totally love this. It paints such a picture that could be anyone's living room or a drawing room in an era gone by, it matters not, this piece is timeless. Great work here. HG: -) xx (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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