Poetry
Banks of Eden
There is a place that bounds my heart.
it’s shimmering lake dances with the sun.
Earthen banks meet wind whipped wakes,
and rise to where sod grows.
A stand of trees blow in the wind,
their boughs bent over banks.
Birds play and fly; they live here,
where modern man can only dream.
Swimming in pairs or flying in flocks.
They beg food; from me.
I come here now alone,
remembering when I shared
this park, beautiful,
with another.