Forgotten Ground Regained
Healthy Shame
The greying mountains blushed againAs the bright birds bring songsOf territory and tamer loves.What a thing to think it song When all they see is whereAnother bird’s boundary lies. The mountain blushes with the merry water-line of good Lake George.For as it recedes in the early dawnThe spring mount — sprouting green To accompany the conifers —Wonders if it crossed a line at the wake.Some things shout, “Don’t steal my nest!”Some things are so themselvesThey blush at the slightest tidal splash.
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