Poems about Children V
Pan
by Michael R. Burch
Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves
Once there were paths that led to coracles
that clung to piers like loosening barnacles
where we cannot return, because we lost
the pebbles and the playthings, and the moss
hangs weeping gently downward, maidens’ hair
who never were enchanted, and the...
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