To: NicknamedBob
There now, this cool, and I do like it!!
Very creative, I was not criticizing your work as a poet, a very good poet. ;0)
To: Soaring Feather
Try this, ... Shadows
A shadow
has two parts, you know.
The one above, the one below.
Within the shadow of a tree,
Toward the light heres what youll see.
A shaded part of tree is found, To join the part thats on the ground.
The joining of the two may be, Inseparable, like ground and tree.
But as the world
turns through the day,
The shadow starts
upon its way. To join
its cousins in the night,
And leave the clinging one in fright.
The world has turned its face away,
From that bright light
that we call day.
The darkness that
befalls thereon.
Will stay until the break
of dawn. The night is shadows
fearful half, The other part leaps with a laugh,
Out where it dwindles to a dot, Evaporating on the spot,
Unless the moon has ventured in, As round the Earth it does its spin.
The shadow is a twin at birth, Even when its mothers Earth.
With one that clings close to its mother, And one that flies away from brother.
Its journeys length always depends,
On what befalls before it ends.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . March 3, 2004
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02/16/2008 10:33:17 AM PST by
NicknamedBob
(Hillary is a member of the Senate, but the house is circling overhead . . .)
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