imageThis piece I consider something of an experiment. I have always wished to attempt a piece through more than one medium, and felt this piece suited the style well. I hope I was correct… 

 

In a lake among

A copse of trees

With leaves of

Golden-brown,

 

I saw a boat,

Old and broken;

The mast long

Fallen down.

 

The cool wind

Caused the boat to move

To the left

And to the right,

 

And the rotting vessel,

At least to me,

Made quite a

Pretty sight.

 

I watched for

Longer than perhaps I ought

As the sun fell

From the sky,

 

And birdsong failed

As all were nesting

Among the treetops

High.

 

But the creaking boat

I watched still,

Stood by the

Wide black lake

 

As my thirst for

Peace and beauty

Did that quiet scene

Well slake.

 

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