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  • William Burns
    a very nice piece of poetrygood rhyme without the sacrifice of meterexcellent content all told delightfully grim Quixotic as ever William C. Burns, Jr.
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      a very nice piece of poetrygood rhyme without the sacrifice of meterexcellent content
      all told delightfully grim

      Quixotic as ever



      William C. Burns, Jr.

      chyfrin437@...





      my life? . . .

      throw in a few flying zombies

      and you'd have an episode of Dr. Who

      --- On Wed, 7/27/11, sparrowgael <j_lorian@...> wrote:

      From: sparrowgael <j_lorian@...>
      Subject: [Pagan Poets Society] Graveyard Crows
      To: PaganPoetsSociety@yahoogroups.com
      Date: Wednesday, July 27, 2011, 3:25 AM
















       









      Graveyard Crows



      What is it, do you suppose,

      that goes on in the heads of crows

      that sit upon the graveyard gate

      and patiently commence to wait

      for spirits gone awandering;

      these crows in solemn pondering.

      They sit together, wing to wing,

      and sometimes they begin to sing

      in cawing cries the living hear

      as pestilence upon the ear.

      But spirits drifting to and fro

      are savvy to the words of crow.



      "The leaves are gone, the trees are bare,

      a chill has settled on the air

      and here we are, past Samhain's gate;

      and so the hour has gotten late.

      Come on, come on, it's time to go

      if we're to beat the coming snow!"



      But spirits rambling toward the door

      are hesitant, all wanting more

      of all the things they leave behind

      and fearful of what they may find;

      what fate awaits them where they go

      upon the midnight wings of crow?



      They crouch behind their weathered slates

      and silently begin to wait;

      resolving simply to forego

      the cautionary tales of crow.

      But cutting through the creeping mist

      the crows continue to insist:



      "The veil between the worlds is thin

      but if you're late you won't get in

      then wandering will be all you'll do

      if you stay here and can't get through.

      Come on, come back, " the crows all cry,

      "There are worse things than just to die!"



      But spirits do what spirits do.

      Some wait too long and don't get through

      and so, unto the earth they're bound

      and left to molder on the ground.

      They cannot know the sweet repose

      that flew away on wings of crows.



      (c) J. Lorian Young



























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