Archives for September 26, 2008

I begin as a trickle, of melting snowflakes, High in the mountains as Springtime awakes. I ooze from the sedges, and springs neath the ground. Drawn by gravity, it’s downward I’m bound. I’m one of the elements of antiquity, The basis of life, I … [Read more...] about Dying, I’m Not: A Poem from the Murrumbidgee