Hoard of the Fox(edit)

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Hoard of the Fox(edit)

Find the river brimming bright in dusky light.
Wooded shadows roaming free ready to fight.
Nightime taking over. Light of truth concealed.
Hidden smolder lying dormant yet revealed.
Pensively perched, the Fox perceived my approach.
Upon this poetess he had dared to poach.
Now I encroach to retrieve nocturnally
My hoard of poems stolen so stealthily.

With this awareness he waits without wonder.
Given in, he wanes and begins to wander.
Grazing grasses, in the face of my grand guile,
He Guides me along the way in gradual style.
So surreptitiously I surmised his plot,
Surpassing lies and riding time to this spot.
Reverantly I thank the Day gratefully!
That what was promised has this way come to me!

 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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