Summer's Hollow

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    Summer's Hollow

     As I walked through the hollow of trees the wind blew and a slant of golden light emerged. Giving my heart renewed hope that tomorrow will bring a brighter day. So I sauntered on through to the end of the hollow. There nestled in the ground grew alone lilly, and here it thrived. It thrived without sunlight or fine soil to hold its roots. This brought me to thoughts of my past; that I did not have fine soil to hold my roots or a multitude of rays of sun! That I could thrive with a little determination!

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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