3 Little Poems (the early years: before 1972)




flowing on and on,

unstopping, unregainable






Windy nights,

saddened skies,

jagged pikes,

and bloody pyres.





Only that much more to walk, my friend,

only that much more work to do,

but when you reach the appointed end

there is always more to do.




About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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