Who writes the book,
"as psalm of life",
held in hand, turning sage,
white page to finger,
understanding the way of wisdom,
wagging tale?
I am author to ink-stained stream,
flowing meadow,
lusting green,
rising stands of pine and aspen,
catching wind to sing forever.
It is not
that I am clever,
but awed to open heartfelt eye,
spilling sky, wandering sighing rhyme,
I see in tracks of printed past;
my animal instincts,
as precinct holding eternal vote
to primitive tabulation,
without the boring retribution of plastic promises,
poured in institution,
where wild is naked fur
to feathered rain,
falling wistful, changing weather.
Author notes
"a psalm of life" in second line...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In a list
A contest entry
- Act , act in the living present-- by Purush.
450 points, ended October 5, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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"I am author to ink-stained stream"
And what a stream it is, on its way to the infinite ocean's tides. Beautiful, Rich. Congrats again, dear Scribe. 
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All the best in my contest
"my animal instincts,
as precinct holding eternal vote
to primitive tabulation,
without the boring retribution of plastic promises,
poured in institution,
where wild is naked fur
to feathered rain,
falling wistful, changing weather."
A neatly worded verse with nice thoughts flowing in
All the best in my contest
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