at a graveside i have never been to visit
it was always summer
when the children
came to visit it was
time to play long games
on the lawn and watch
the sun
set over the lake . It was
time for bannock baked in the back
yard, and one of the
only
stories of the war :the one
with the bicycle, fleeing , and the
armoured columns, and the selfish
frightened
Americans in their car.
: made space, caught their
escaped cat : made
it away it
was always summer there.
copyright Peter Greene 2012.
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2 comments:
rhoda, you rule - you captured things straight from my head - thanks for doing this!
A brilliant combination of words and images.
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