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Revised Poem: The Crossing

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The Crossing

Arriving at a swaying rope bridge
high above a roaring river,
the weary traveler hesitates.

“Go on, you can’t stay here,”
a gentle voice urges.

A great horned owl appears
in the dusk-filled sky,
amber eyes beckoning.

As dark shadows dance
on the water far below,
the sojourner ventures
onto the worn wooden boards.

Fear falls away
with each step.

The unknown beckons
within the deep-green forest ahead.

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Published by lenleatherwood

I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.

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