James McLain

Gold Star - 36,892 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Waters Edge - Poem by James McLain

By the waters edge the plants are green.
Then when I look up to see the moon her face,
the sky is all around me.
Where moon light, shimmers off the leaves.
As they are damp the mist clings fast.

By the waters edge to close my feet are
heavy slurping as I pull them from the foamy loam.
I, have you remembered earth as it cries out,
released from foggy memories shed today?

By the waters edge, the many doors of green.
the hidden branches trip me up as I walk past.
I see her face,
reflected back to me, the moon grows thinner still.
In secret do I think of all the moss,
white a stork has caught a frog as it flies out.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011


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