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Poetry Tim Amsden - Site Steward Welcome to this poetry place, where we offer an irregularly changing clutch of poems for your enjoyment. If you have written a short poem (usually twenty-four lines or less) that you would like to share, we would be happy to consider it for inclusion here. There are no requirements except that it be in harmony with the feelings and intent of this website. Just include the poem, along with your name, in an e-mail. Because the poem is property of the poet, we can only post poetry written by the submitter or passed into public domain. Based on the belief that poetry is best taken in small doses, this page will be kept fairly short. If you submit a poem and it does not appear, it could be that we are holding it for placement in a later rotation. After poems are removed from this page they are placed in a very nice poetry retirement home.You may visit them here.
__________________________________________________________________ The Coming and Going of Grandchildren The sound of the Valley Stream is itself Autumn
The bear knows, as does the willow, exactly this: -Tim Amsden When I touch the Earth, Since water still flows, though And sorrow returns, though Since the world can in no way I will loosen my hair tomorrow -Li Po |
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