Keen fishermen Of the sporting kind Thinking themselves kind, Release the hapless fish They have caught On a barbless hook. Kind to the fish. Not kind to a lover Caught on the lure Of your allure. With no wish To be free. Standing on the shore While you cast for more In the eager sea. […]
Filed under: John Bishop Ballem by akublik Date 21 January, 2010
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“Snow Eater†the Blackfoot call you. Born of the sea, Flowing inland To warm the land, Climb a mountain And bestow A benediction of rain On the forest below. Chill and dry At the top. Nearly touching the sky. Warmed by the speed Of your descent, You blow through The Clouds, Carving an arch High […]
Filed under: John Bishop Ballem, Writing the Land by akublik Date 8 September, 2007
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