Moving Day on Oak Mountain
With my big sharp claws
I will scratch out a hole
like the chipmunk's,
and dig myself in so deep
no one can find me.
I will stay here forever.
By JRC on August 21, 2001
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What brought that on? I guess it was the thing about the Tent. Or my Irish love of the land. Or thinking about Chief Seattle's letter to the President.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Poem for Sunday
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1 comment:
Love the poem. Though the big sharp claws are a little unnerving!
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