casting their nets of silver and gold
the fairytale fishers can never grow old
and I've been one for a long long time...
treading the waters that sing no more
but they sing to me on the least green shores
locked in my heart their ceaseless treasures
how can you measure a dreamed life so
I think and I think of all whom I know
or thought I did
and I wonder
still I'll abide though you think it strange
Im out on the prairies and glad in the rain
and apple bright blooming and more than amazed
that decades have passed and
Im still the same
child of the beautiful enamoured.
mary angela douglas 28 july 2023
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