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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Author: 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 many are related to me; they're My Family Jewels.
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I like the simplicity of the lines.