Is not the summer prairie calling to you
Sultry days lazily await your rollicking voice
To answer and cool the afternoon
Only daubers busy themselves in this heat
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I've always loved this one, Barb. I still have the copy you sent me. I still expect to find him there whenever i go. I still love it but it's somehow seems a little lost without him.
To feel that real loss can change and re-shape that in which we once found great beauty, is to revisit that beauty and instil in it, a little of what you have lost. A remarkable poem and a tribute. Danny
This should be published! Beautiful, rich, and I love it. Esther : ]
An amazing poem, Barbara! Lovely word choices and images. Thank you for bringing to my eye a beautiful place I had barely glimpsed. Definitely a 10. -chuck
Barb, You know I love this one. Still makes me cry after all this time. Glad you finally made it over to Poemhunter.I think you'll love it here. I do.
Beautiful. I see it in my mind as I read.