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With Home in Mind
Home is where the heart gives out and we arouse the grasses. Between the losing and winning battles, The benches have always been saved for our family. For Glory, Sacrifice Sweet, Tepid dawn of ancestral heat and fear, I now tremble with the cold. You’re your own burning thirst for glory- no other love, allays them. The River of Time Quickly, my friend. The Photographs are growing flames, as A word is stretched through time along a river, which is Flowing too fast to swim in, with The Universe’s water surrounding us. The Hand that Feeds the Rich I was a waitress in a white dress Sandals, pearl earrings, a blue wig, with the white crumpled handkerchief I knew well. I kept everyone’s stomachs full When you gestured your fingers; But I moved patiently in and out of the murky shadows with ease. Last Words of a Naval Captain “Hark to the Porter’s Shoulder-knot a-creaking, lads! I can’t hear you through this storm! Speak up, ya dirty punk’n ‘eads!” Nearing the End of Innocence Plucking petals from the daisy’s wheel For clouds may gather around me soon. |
AuthorPatrick Froysland is a humanities student at Taylorsville High School. Archives
January 2016
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