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Wild we walk

Posted to Action Poetry




and wait and wallow
and whine and wail
and shall prevail
over and above
the immortal dove
that hangs in the air
here there and everywhere.

The time is coming
the time to leave
the going and parting
i feel bereaved
but things will continue
all is not lost
so never you mind
about counting the cost
the frost, the frost,
the frost of the morning in the winter sky
and on the grassy knolls
where the eagles fly
I'm rambling and babbling
but I'm trying to say
that I like all of you
and I'd love you to stay