Aabye's Baby
THE WATCHER ON THE SHORE
I have grown old, too old to walk
where the water's edge is deep with reeds
the marsh hen builds her summer place
Sunrise, wild loons dance and mate

Where the water's edge is deep with reeds
The heron watches
Sunrise , wild loons dance and mate
Mountain shadows darken water

The heron watches
an otter poised on a sandbar waits
mountain shadows darken water
circles form and drift toward the west

The otter poised on a sandbar waits
a poplar bursts its blossoms
circles form and drift toward the west
green mist rises

A poplar bursts its blossoms
the white birch curves her branches to the wind
green mist rises
You call out and I answer

The white birch curves her branches to the wind
a chipmunk tastes a pine cone
You call out and I answer
but I no longer plash my moccasins beside that shore

FRANCES SBROCCHI
Frances Sbrocchi Frances Sbrocchi is an expatriate Canadian poet living in Western Australia. Her work has been published in Quarrie, The Antigonish Review, Wascana Review, Western Word, and on numerous internet journals, including Snakeskin, LadybugFlights. An octogenarian, she is secretary of the Lemurian Donkey's Incorporated. The Aabye's Baby Archive
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Frances Sbrocchi, 2006
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Frances Sbrocchi, 2001
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