Sunday, December 24, 2006

More Bad Poetry for the Holidays


The View From Eagle Rock


From the top of the trail where the rocks piled high
I looked down from the peak at the valley and sky
Where hanging by strings and sadly my way
Clouds endless as oceans came wave after wave

By what living bond am I bound to this scene
Of weather and freeways and patches of green
Withdrawn to my perch, with such baleful persistence
Fated to a world ever off in the distance


No comments: