We need to remember our stories when we still can. Our stories tell of a time, now past, when things were different. The seeds of our understandings came from these times past and they continue to affect generations to come.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Moths at Dusk by Mary Bell
As night approached On the point At Dalhousie Lake, The moths Began to fly.
Fluttering here and there Toward the light On the porch Of the Bell cottage, Millions of moths Saying Good night light Welcome night fall.
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