August 9, 2007

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The Serpents

We are living for a breath of cold. As we watch the shadows fold Into olive sands … The bays Of salty waters Mark our days; By the ripples, By the tides. We come forth limping, ― Leave in strides. And the heat lays Like a hound. The children know The crooked sounds Of serpents, […]

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August 2, 2007

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The Tide

The early morning tide Is low again, Very low, As if a giant sea monster came in the night And gulped up half the harbor. I often wish I could walk out there, But I either don’t have the time, Or the courage. – Written by Anna Williams at Age 10 Barnstable, Massachusetts

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