Speaking Other Language

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Speaking Other Language

By Mary Harwell Sayler

What do we know

of the cool brook’s rising

slowly from its rock-source:

trickling, winding, fading

among the lilied grasses then

suddenly splitting the tomb

of another field where cows

laze in live-oak shade, waiting

good-naturedly for just

such a miracle to happen?

 

© 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler from Living in the Nature Poem, published by Hiraeth Press

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