A FAREWELL

A Poem by Glen Fitch

    The ship boards creek. The rigging sings

    And down my cheeks stream mist and spray.

    My breath grows fast. My knees feel weak.

        As fate speeds me away.

    Her eyes, her lips become her face.

    The white form I just held, a glow.

    The town recedes. The sky looms vast,

        As ranks of white-caps grow.

    What once was green now fades to blue.

    Above the shifting rows of gray.

    My heels lift up. The hilltops sink.

        I'm bound away, away

© 2008 Glen Fitch

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X	This is awesome, great imagery and great rhyming. I can see the figures that you describe perfectly. Well done! Posted 11 Years Ago This is awesome, great imagery and great rhyming. I can see the figures that you describe perfectly. Well done! Rating /100

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Added on February 5, 2008
Last Updated on February 6, 2008

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Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA

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