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Along Old Willow Creek

ALONG OLD WILLOW CREEK

   

I paused when I saw you there

And thought you were unique,

Lipping a scented  lilac bush

Along Old Willow Creek.

 

Your spotted fawn was suckling then,

Milk staining one small cheek —

A lasting portrait in my mind,

Along Old Willow Creek.

 

What karma led me to that spot

When everything seemed bleak?

For the day then shouted beauty

Along Old Willow Creek.

 

I knew I did not dare intrude

And surely should not speak,

But I yearned to stroke you gently,

Along Old Willow Creek.

 

I watched until your tiny fawn

Bedded down in sleep,

And then I slowly backed away,

Along Old Willow Creek.

 

 

9/10/93     Phyllis DeWitt -VanVleck

 

4’th … Arkansas NPD 1993

5’th … Sparrowgrass 1994

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