tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143503372011-04-21T18:09:01.603-07:00David Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02889052643601170238noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14350337.post-1120957727649571252005-07-09T18:06:00.000-07:002005-07-09T18:08:47.653-07:00manitous fill<br />the silence where<br />we paddle<br /><br />silently upriver<br />past trees ripped<br />up when icejams<br /><br />broke free mid<br />winter torrents loosed<br />thru this haunted<br /><br />land—trunks now<br />shattered lying<br />on banks scoured<br /><br />clean, nearby<br />roots of aged trees<br />spiderspread above<br /><br />washed out soil,<br />green growth<br />persisting above: <br /><br />beyond the swamp<br />sirens traffic groan<br />on, strangely distant—<br /><br />here the great blue<br />heron cocks his head<br />standing atop a<br /><br />stumproot turned<br />skyward & eyes us<br />still as we pass<br /><br />—David Cope<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14350337-112095772764957125?l=ravenbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>David Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02889052643601170238noreply@blogger.com3