AequitasA Poem by L.P. Hawkinsreminiscing
Aequitas
Endless path forever bound To mind in vine and worth; Forward naught to travel when The two white mares trod earth. Pass their gaze then look away, Lest hear your stray thoughts churn. Shy the eye--no sunlight in Against the temples' burn. Allow their drink in open stream To slake your lonesome thirst. Taste the berries on the branch When ripened skin has burst. Lay your head on tall-grass'd lawn And count the leaves astray. Resume your travels only when The mares have gone their way. � 2007 L. P. Hawkins © 2013 L.P. HawkinsReviews
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1 Review Added on April 16, 2012 Last Updated on June 12, 2013 AuthorL.P. HawkinsHillsboro, ORAboutAfter a long respite, I'm back to read and possibly write a bit. I still hold those pebbles now and again while reading rhythmic history and they make me smile. more..Writing
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