When I was Growing up I was always Told I had to work Hard to get Inside the Door and once I got Inside my job was to open it for Others. I am Opening the Door and Knocking it Off its Hinges. I'm an American Sappho c/s Who Else?
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Saturday, December 4, 2010
In Memory of Herbert C. Morris: For Our Cousins Mariana, Jeanne, Susan, Catherine and Ellen
When the tallest tree ascends toward heaven,
its boughs form a broad and splendid arbor
which shelters and shades within its beloved
reach all the birds, critters, and gentle beings
like the mousie in the Bobby Burns poem
or the angel of an old lullaby.