Thursday, May 18, 2017

Columns Rearing Tall and Grey

Woods Along the Feather River, Live Oak, CA























Columns rearing tall and gray
To a green glass roof,
Through which is streaming,
On soft brown grass,
The light of day:
A refuge and a placed for dreaming
In woods so near, yet far away.



Spring 1968: This is my first serious poem, written for Mrs. Engstrom's English 11X, American Literature and Composition (when I was 16).

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