Poem #3

Bonus points if you can pick out the reference to “Rime of the Ancient Mariner.”

A Goodbye to Virginia

The willow I shall see no more
The house with welcome on its door
The vulture with his wings outspread
The burning sun, like God’s own head
The sheep who in the field do graze
To soften sweet a weary gaze
The fields of corn
Where peace is born
So writes a traveler all forlorn

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A recent graduate of Hofstra University with a B.A. in anthropology, Emily is like every other twenty-two year old on the planet - trying to figure out what the hell to do now. Follow as she struggles with writing, her social work job, and bopping from coast to coast.
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