Swayze Mill Pond
Little white moon residing over all
Sing a song of yesterdays
spring, summer, winter, fall
Alone you beam,
but with hidden stars are kept
all their secrets you accept
In your memory and reverie
the peace that comes with dawn
Keeps you still, white and holy
as you form a bright, new song!
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