Brown Twig Thoughts

Alan P. Scott - Verses


With a twig like this
I'd build a tree, if I took the time
Time was, we'd burn these leaves,
before the faceless
banned sweet-smelling pollution.
Summers, the family and I'd ride
to Twelve Pole Creek,
and sometimes I'd dowse for water
with a twig like this,
and find it too, the creek right there and all.
In the summer I'd run barefoot
through Ritter Park,
with twigs like this
crackling underfoot.

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Last updated April 5, 2002.

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