Gathering Wood (a blackout poem)

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gathered from a little 1923 book called “Jo, the Little Machinist,” by Spyri

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4 Responses to Gathering Wood (a blackout poem)

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Gathering Wood

    comes down from
    towering sky,

    mountain water tears
    so madly below.

    Pieces of rock lie,
    the wild stream
    loosened from the high.

  2. Now I really get what these poems are. And you’ve done it brilliantly!

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