Ssh
By birksy
We must be quiet, This patch of grass I’ve found is so exquisite, That to break the still Would dislodge the ambience. Ssh. I think just over there I heard a troop of feet, Could be coming here. Is it that there’s no retreat Any of us can keep. Ohh. Here they are just now, They squeak and squawk so loud, I must nestle down, Try to be lost, And they might pass on by. Ahh. I hear them flowing past, And once again there’s peace Just us alone Under the swaying trees, Under the swaying trees. Written March 14th, 1998 © on Aug 27 2001 06:26 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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