amongst grey wolves and rattlesnakes
with heavy rocks that make your bed
where you'd want to lay your head
buried deep without remorse
it really was my only course
it's where you said you'd want to stay
wouldn't want it another way
your head lays soft on leaves and pine
it's rather like a lost love shrine
I visit once in a great while
feeling the breeze which is your smile
trout swim happy in their pool
you can see the many schools
unable to drop that one last line
that was from another time
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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