Lyon's Falls



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Lyon's Falls

This hollow is a cradle
Shaded by thick pine boughs
Decorated with white birch
This cradle beckons me

Sun streams through her hair of leaves
her perfume of pine enchants
her tears of river flow constant
she nestles me in her arms of moss

Do you remember child of five…
hide and seek behind my stone skirt?
Do you remember child of ten…
napping in my lap of pine? 

The government can change my name
Perhaps the story was dull
The only difference between then and now 
Is the size of the child

Do you remember any of this?  Come to me…