The Living Flag

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THE LIVING FLAG

Almost like a flag it seems,

With stripes of blue on blue,

With the little pattern of the ships

 That are always passing through.

It's such a very static scene,

Without the slightest motion,

Yet all is movement down below

In the engines and the ocean.

And all is movement up above

In this oh so steady sky.

For, beyond our gaze a million planets

Wink as they pass by.

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HIGH WIND IN JUNE

I wrote this poem long ago when I was a young girl living in England and a Summer storm blew green leaves sky-high.

It's the green leaves, the green leaves that are drifting all around

And the delicate pink petals that are lying on the ground.

Not the ragged scales of Autumn but the glossy spikes of June

And they're drifting, dreaming, dying 'neath a high summer moon.

They will never know fulfillment, never know the harvest time

They have only known glad April and are swept off in their prime.

Not for them the heat of August or the sweet Autumnal breath

But the green leaves, the June leaves, are glorious in their death.

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