7.The Flatlands
She knew in time that
The gate would swing
She knew in time that
She would look up and see him
Behind the elms
The snow clouds were gathering
Into the winter
Her voice would sing
She would stand and face the wind
Over the flatlands came its tenor roar
Its legion force
And she would sing
Beneath the pylons
In lace white fields
We cut the violets
That came like phantom spring
Dress billowing
Down the path into the wind
She knew in time that
The gate would swing
Out of the silence
She raked the leaves
I stood beside her
Beneath the giant trees
I thought I saw
A figure wading through the corn
She knew in time that
The gate would swing
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