Monday, January 30, 2012
At the Water's Edge
At the water's edge, I have found a friend.
The rhythmic lapping of each wave
is a comfort--I have come to depend
upon the starlit water, upon the deep blue sky
and upon the tinkling waterfall as it
rushes, passing by.
The dog lay on the grass on her back. She would groan and moan and wriggle and rub ---and make 'Wookie ' noises. These were all nois...