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          THE POETS'CORNER

              GREENWOOD

Secret catchers Sipping nectar
   Violet hues in thunder weather
  All about in the deep greenwood.

Raindrop drinkersCupped hands tender
Sighs that brush the leaves together
  All about in the soft greenwood.

Shadow catchers Racing barefoot
      Silently on mossy velvet
  All about in the cool greenwood.

Whisper teasers Starlight gazers
  Midnight dreams in summer dancers
 Living wild in the true greenwood.

 Sunlight seizers Noontide leapers
          (Time never wakes
        nor passes by there)
   Secret and soft in the Earth's
             Greenwood.

   ........Katherine M. Gray (c)1986

                 FANTASY
                by Alernon

            A jagged streak of
        flashing light breaks the
         grey-black stormy night.

         The howl of the wind and
          deep rumbling thunder,
        eerie music in the night.

        The rattle of rain on the
        window pane and crackling
           log in the fireplace
          beat a staccato rhythm
       for dancing tongues of fire.

            Soaring red flames
          and curling grey smoke
         make the fancy run wild.

     The crescendos in Nature's song
     create weird patterns of light;
     sharp jazzing flashes that rise
          to the tops of Heaven
         and crash to the depths
                 of Hell.

        The storm subsides and the
              song is ended
        with rays of flashing gold
           In the Eastern sky.

            TWO WORLDS PASSED
                by Alernon

          Two worlds have passed
         From out of the unknown.
        Each rose to pass its time
        Then back to its nowhere.

     In each the flames blazed high.
        The last a zenith reached; A
        rhythmic throbbing flash
      That shattered the pale dawn.

     The light has faded, the worlds
     Must race their whirling paths.
      The pair of pearl-like globes
            Are lost in mist.

         Two worlds have passed.
             The wind is cool
            And time is swift.   ........from R.M.P.J.  8/86
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