The Waya

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    The Waya

     Loud deep-sounding calls raised in pale moonlight
    Soft-pawed,they slink over frozen rivers
    Velvet furred,on silent feet weaving between frozen pines
    Sleeping aginst the cold wood,a large buck
    Loud deep-sounding calls it plae moonlight
    Over frozen river,through quiet forest
    A chorus of voices raised in victory

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    kpeery09 commented on The Waya

    02-10-2010

    Very Nice, I like it, keep up the good work. I like the last line that you put in there. I give you 10
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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