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Photo: Jim Bews |
The ghostly street Is silent at this midnight hour, Save for my feet. Downward I go To where, beside the rugged pier, The sea sings low. In days gone by, When often here, and not alone, I watched the sky. It's fruits were few; But fruits and flowers had keener zest And fresher hue. And now I bear Of wisdom plucked from joy and pain Some slender share. I'd lay it down, To feel upon my back once more, The old red gown. R.F.Murray |