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Posted by The Big Bad G on September 24, 2010 - 11:31
from the ABC set Looking back - ideas and poems from my youth

Sometimes when the breeze
Feathers the trees
Evergreen plumage sounds
The symphonic woodland
Playing a requiem for yesterday.
The glimpse of a crippled stag may
Silence tomorrow.
As it flees I know
The choral breeze is heard by few.

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skinner_jennifer | September 24, 2010 - 17:05

Hi The Big Bad G,
you should have put this as a poem, again I love your
use of words especially. The symphonic woodland
playing a requiem for yesterday, beautiful.
Jenny.

The Big Bad G | September 27, 2010 - 09:07

First off, good call. Ham-fisted G hit the wrong button here. It's now officially a poem as well as obviously a poem!
Secondly, thank you for the kind words. These words are out there, I think the fact that they don't get used every day means they end up being more striking when you do see them. well, I hope anyway...!