[Vision2020] After the Winter

[Tom Hansen]



After the Winter

by Claude McKay

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
   And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
   Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
   Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
   And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
   Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
   And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
   Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
   And ferns that never fade.

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Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .

"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)
http://www.MoscowCares.net

Tom Hansen
Moscow, Idaho

“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”
- Roy E. Stolworthy
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