9/30/12

I PASSED THIS WAY
By Patricia Crandall


I PASSED THIS WAY
through all seasons.
Change was inevitable
I have come to reason.
Where once a violet,
clusters.
Where once a house,
stone and foundation.
Where once a stream,
a creek bed.
Where once a robin,
a red bird.
Where once a hare,
the hound.
Where once strawberry fields,
golden rod.
Where once you. . .


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