By The Streams Of Killclarke
And the stream was long and narrow
Running 'side.....the crooked marrow
Of the smoked-black....wooded bark
Through the dark woods of Killclarke
And, on Augustides...afternoons face
We watched magic......take its' place
Off the windbreaks and the shadows
Silhouettes..........of nesting sparrows
Flight juxtaposed....and flanked in ''V
Then breaking flank.......in serpentine
They flutter..............into verdant tree's
And, goldenrod is aroused in breeze
'Bove our heads windpipes in whistle
Stroking.......... prickled flower thistles
Painting colours........shades of green
Creating the artists..........finest dream
And, could life yet, get.........any better
Then with you, and i................together
Sharing love...............against the bark
By the cool streams..........of Killclarke
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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