Running with Grasshoppers
by Allan W. Traphagan
Many times I have hoisted the sail over continents and oceans so blue and green, in flowing rivers of eons old, around and around I have been, acoss creeks and water falls of gold, upon zephyrs and purple mountains there but never breathed deeply within nor expelled the lucid air. Sometimes upon the silent plains, far from the specter's of pity, far away upon the prairies, where there is no village or city, I lay my head upon a pumpkin and sleep around the stars.
Poetry
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