CHILDREN

E.E. Jacks - Original Art Work - Oil Painting 
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Oh Duir
Oh vernal stone
The hum of the woods is often hard to understand
What transpires from them is but a flash
A language in ancient earthen form
Tucked away into woodpecker holes
Seasoned with sulfur
Spoken in wind
Forever returning to its origins
And we are but children
Wandering and wondering
Listening
For something
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THE EDGE - Prose by EE Jacks