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Yesterday

Yesterday

I checked in with little Julie

You know, my inner child

There she was 

In her little dress

Sticking close to me

Every now and again

She would hold onto

The sides of her dress

And do a little twirl or

A little sashay

Then she would sit down

Again on the step

And keep her eye on me

She likes the quiet

She loves the bird song

She’s a little shy

A little skittish

She knows 

It is not safe out there

Too loud

Too confusing

Too dangerous

She is sticking 

Close to home

Close to me

Where she feels safe

© Julie Clark

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Boulder River


Boulder River went unwilling

Into this present age of bondage

Where death and decay reign.

What would it have been like

Before knowledge was chosen over love?

 

It is so beautiful now

With the dense foliage on either side,

The waterfalls cascading

Down the sheer cliffs.

 

Would the water have been

The purest of pure

Able to quench the thirst

Of man and beast?

Perhaps the intensity of color

Would have blinded the eyes of mortals.

The wild things

Instead of hiding

Would come out to greet us.

The bird song so sweet

We would have wept and laughed together.

 

I know the sign at the trailhead

Would not be there

Warning the hikers

Of the dangers of the wilderness.

 

© 2012 Julie Clark

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