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| 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
Are 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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