The Air We Breathed
You tripped and said "I'm sorry" I laughed
as I caught you before you hit the grass.
We went all the way, then,
letting the blazing star's
cape cover us
before the sun could finish the day.
I still hear the acorns dropping,
the snap of a crow,
the rustle of the corn tops,
the air, I still hear
the air
we breathed.
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10-08-2009
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10-06-2009
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09-19-2009
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Air We Breathed | 5 | 09/19/2009 |
| Forgive Me, Earth | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Flaws And All | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Stranded | 1 | 09/17/2009 |
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