Thelma Schiller Poems

The wings and winds of nature blow
The pristine air through mountain trails
Up high in Cascades where the glow
Of glaciers shimmers like ship sails.
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What shore is this... my ship still lists?
What Church slow-rising from the mists?
Where penguins lay their eggs in albatross- square,
Streams cascade down the rocky cliffside where
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Along the foothills marsh-mists rise and fall;
Through glass I see their trail of fog across
The window-sky and sense a coming squall.
The leaves of shadow-deer and pine now toss
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