SUNSET ON BEAVER LAKE
Sunset's
saber
flashing
across
gentle
ripples
spreads
golden
nougat
topping
PL - written the year Lucidity Poetry retreaters took a boat ride and participated in a read-around on the lake. When TOB lived in Eureka Springs.
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IF TREES COULD TALK
If trees could talk, what would they say?
-- that General Hunter passed my way
in June of eighteen-sixty-four,
retreating from the Lynchburg Corps;
--that Rebel boys fell at my feet;
blood soaked my roots in summer's heat;
--that cannonballs so deeply sunk
scarred--but did not kill--my trunk.
Ala Marceau, our language rife,
and stubbornly we cling to life.
PL - after a visit to Shiloh on the Natchez Trace.
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Both poems from Variations, 1994, lovepat press
