to
winter farms
and silos
the bells
are singing
high and away
over field
and blank pasture
the ravens return
a soft chorus.
ellen has gone now
gone to seed the grass.
(C)2007DaveDonovan
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This is about observation - artistic, political, and personal. Some days I laugh. Some days I wonder. And some days I'm ready to paint the ceiling with a pistol. Enjoy the ride. Somebody has to.
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