Fallen Sparrows

Fallen Sparrows

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by Thomas Wingate
     
 

Poetry. Powerful vocabulary, rhyme, rhythm; quotable. Much history. Thomas Russell Wingate, historian by profession, capitalist by conviction and temperament, has lived in Salt Lake City since he left California in 1975. He is very married and rejoices in his posterity. See more details below

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Poetry. Powerful vocabulary, rhyme, rhythm; quotable. Much history. Thomas Russell Wingate, historian by profession, capitalist by conviction and temperament, has lived in Salt Lake City since he left California in 1975. He is very married and rejoices in his posterity.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940000096079
Publisher:
Live Oak House
Publication date:
02/29/2000
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
0 MB

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Croatan

--

No one knows what happened

To those at Roanoke.

They vanished in thin air

Like blue tobacco smoke.

Raleigh didn't find much;

There wasn't much to see--

Only Croatan

Carved upon a tree.

--

Haloes swim in chorus to noise no mind can bear.

Shrieking deafness, onyx rainbows, zigzags everywhere.

Worms are eating birds and lakes are paved with steel.

Bridges sing in spirals and this is very real.

Croatan.

--

Leprechauns are barristers and moonbeams turn to jam.

Elephants are Girl Scouts but they don't know who I am.

Cigarettes are hexagons and fires are dripping green.

It's raining silver dollars and I'd rather not be seen.

Croatan.

--

Clocks are writing epitaphs in peanut butter ink.

Kangaroos are antifreeze and very good to drink.

Snakes are wearing miniskirts and walking through the sky.

This goes on around me and I never make reply.

Croatan.

--

Diamonds swarm near garbage cans that roll through hula hoops.

Light bulbs run for President and pumpkins are their troops.

Beauty queens dig ditches and no one knows my name.

All of this is normal and it's always just the same.

Croatan.

--

The Pope is pitching pennies while beavers shine their shoes.

The sun is playing checkers and sniffing feathered glues.

Airplanes ride the subway and brush their teeth with pie.

I'm sure that this is happening and sure I don't know why.

Croatan.

--

Horses shave their tentacles and lampshades fornicate.

Scarecrows knit sunglasses and Idon't prevaricate.

My bathtub's full of gingerbread that just gave birth to twins.

Bowlers play with boomerangs and I'm behind their pins.

Croatan.

--

Some people think I'm crazy and maybe not so bright

Because I'm special-gifted and I have the second sight.

I see the things they won't see and not because they're blind.

I'm fond of cryptic messages and use no other kind.

Croatan.

--

I know what must have happened

To those at Roanoke.

They felt the things I feel

And knew they aren't a joke.

They put the world behind them

And gave their reason why:

Croatan is what they wrote

And what we know them by.

--

[1970]

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