sleeping giants

a lonely boat
sends out its note
upon the glass-like river
as limestone crags
from limestone born
cast long
dark shadows
'gainst
the morn
where sleeping
giants lie
and as you
kiss me
tender deep
and promises
are made to keep
the crows
cry home
and ducks
do wait
the gathering
of the
dawn time



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-07-26 at 19:46

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Rob Graber
A very beautiful locating of human promises within natural grandeur. The rhymes and rhythms are superb!
2007-07-26