![]() Memories of a Farmers MoonA Poem by Jack WorthingtonSeveral years ago, but not so many, I sat down on a stone wall in the yard Peering upwards at the blackness of space above, and the bright flickering of the stars My heart not yet filled with impurities, And vision not yet corrected from infirmities. Yet the light from that night still illuminates a corner of my soul On cold dark evenings I draw near to that extraordinary goal Of a perfect night, when cool white light, bathed each object in its milky bath Leaves of trees casting plays of shadows on the stony path. An evening warm, not yet chilled The cicadas shaking their maracas in the distance Even today, that night still thrills All I have left are memories, daydreams and reminisces.
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Added on January 19, 2010 Last Updated on January 19, 2010 Author![]() Jack WorthingtonBodega, CAAboutI'm an American, from the west coast, now currently living in Bodega, CA. I was on the east coast, but luckily escaped. Everyone tells us to believe in ourselves. But isn't that why this world i.. more..Writing
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