Thursday, July 29, 2010

Pool of Dreams

Down at one end
Of the creek
One simple leaf
Golden and yellow
Drifts and spins
Caught in an eddy
Neath a fallen limb.
It spins easily
My mind spins with it
Wandering back the years
Spinning through memories
Back to a time
Spun to a place
That makes me pause
And smile to myself.
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