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path in woods by Jason



Under the jungle-wood

resting on the rock

we hauled down

from Jack’s Pass,

tree limbs hover low, and


brush my dirt-stained feet

as I stretch

into the mesh

of heathered sunlight

through the leaves.



(c) 1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


This is a revision of a poem written in 1982.

Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd.

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(re-posted from 3 years ago)



Rivers run

they do not walk

they crest a dam

and do not talk

while smoothing rocks

and rocking banks

in curving stones

and filling lakes

with bubbled lights

and gillied fish

feeding wells

and granting wishes

silver curved

pastoral scenes

in flows of bold

through forest greens

and wearing blue

borrowed from the sky

where falling water

dragons fly

in grassy hair

and clover pops,

through sunny glare

and mossy tops




         its way.



© 2012, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright 

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