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Most Times Not So

Posted on October 20, 2014 | Leave a comment

 

Some times it hurts, but most times not so
The archers waited stringing their bows
King James had his doubts but he had to know
Did her serf sneak into her bed or her dead beau

(C)2014 Michael Yost 10/23

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How Often the Glen Echoes

Posted on April 22, 2011 | 25 comments

How often the glen echoes
Depends on the single voice pure
Calling her love through the snow
Testing how love endures

Words between them short and terse
He said things he ought not said
What things she said were much worse
All over the unmade bed

No children heard two years now
Not for not trying, passion flared
Sweat intermingled on their brows
Blaming self, unanswered prayer

How often the glen echoes
Depends on the heart’s love pure
Finds her love one in the snow
Too much too long to endure

© 2011 Michael Yost

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