Calliope

away from the towns

and the well trod lanes,

the avenues and squares

comes the call

the call of the calliope

 

even now

in hours that should be lost to sleep

it calls

and in my mind, visions

in those visions so clear

I dance beneath the bright colored tents

of some long ago fair

dancing to the music of the calliope.

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MW Moore

I am surrounded by books with great, even heroic quotes, grand philosophies and theologies, mysteries and wonderments. I've never met an author of any. Oh what a finer person I would be if I had raised my voice above the pounding of the sea with Cicero, walked with Saul on that road to Damascus and on and on and on. Well, I didn't. But I've met some pretty swell people that had something to say...and they're all related to me; they're My Family Jewels.

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