Final Fleece

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    Final Fleece

    Far off cry of arrowed geese

    Climbing above Golden Fleece.

    Other leaf long now dropped

    Into farmer’s field sparsely cropped.

    Winter flow runs deeply cold

    Cutting a line in landscape bold.

    Winter sky of sallow blue

    Extenuates Golden Fleece hue.

    The last stand – Weeping Willow

    Ready to rest on winter’s pillow

    The final tree, the final fleece

    Is ready to cast its last release.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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