Thistle Down

By Ethel

Desires

O to walk...
Among tall things,
To pass around wild roses,
Blooming on the brink,
Of springs.

O to listen...
As leafy stalks,
Form a silver ribbon,
With water gurgling,
Over rocks.

O to vision...
Feathery streaks,
Of clouds above the hills,
An imaginary host behind,
Tall peaks.

O to catch...
The eagle's flight,
His home upon the rim.
And watch the day change,
Into night.

O to claim...
A portion not of strife,
That climbing upward through the years,
Might have left beautiful,
My memories.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Ethel's great, great granddaughter.

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