To help lighten it.

They might show me treasured china

Or a bit of lace, handmade;

Once some one did.

And I could talk with the children.

I long to do this,

But it always seems

That there is a hurry

To get to the next place.

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 Fearless Winging

Into Niagara’s abyss of blackness,

Into its cavernous chaos,

I saw birds wing.

Sweeping down

Through the mist

Of its mighty waters,

Undaunted by the roar,

Unmindful of the churning,

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