Oh judge

Oh judge

Bark eaters will chew

Their opinions

Always

Before your pen is put

The lake mirror

Seeing

Both fog and rock

The same and frozen

Cloud split

In their fables

Oh judge

Slipping over hemlock

Fat birch and thick fir

The summit will forever

Be a reach from here

Muddied in turns

Field mice play over

Retiring robes

And patent springs

Won't trap their tails

Whipping across

A restive bench

Adjourn, adjourn

The succession you seek

Is in forest

A start within weeds

Then a climax rule

To wood again

With precedent

Musty and giving way
Underfoot

Tom McGlynn

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