James Atkins


Twilight - Poem by James Atkins

One day they'll be lost to me
the summers below the dying hills
gently fading into a forgotten youth
recalled in black-and-white photos
and the sound of the river at night.

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  • Patrick McFarland (1/18/2008 10:01:00 AM)

    Nice poem James. Grasping memories before they become memories. Wonderful insight.10. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2008


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