
Mountain meadow song (colors in company)
Memory of a Drowned Town

Memory of a Drowned Town
The river washed my house away,
I always liked the view.
The rocks that I had piled up,
Tumbled away and broke through.
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My cat climbed into the highest tree,
My dog just ran away.
Only the old rooster,
Took command of the bay.
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Down in the valley so far below,
Lay a wasted town.
Some people found their old row boats,
The rest must have drowned.
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We never thought the storm would come,
To our sacred isle.
This is what comes to the best of us,
When we live our lives in denial.
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Sanford Ross Bender – Copyright: 12.30.2015
Far away from home
Spring morning rain (dancing trees)
Good Call!
Rain light
Lycanthrope

Lycanthrope
Darting furtively through the mist
Cursed under lunar brightness
The valiancy of my heart
Slashed by razor teeth
Became my darkest side
Evil enclosing
My nocturnal lair
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Mud tracked prints
Find me sprawled
In the dawn of twisted sheets
Like tormented trees
Gnarled from remembering
What blackened life
Is forever gone
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But only the music
Of wind and owls
And the crackling rain
Had abided my incessant howls
Until yet another night
When gliding clouds
Reveal another full newness of moon
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S.R. Bender, January 8, 2011







