2024 Writing Contest
POETRY FIRST PLACE
Robson Dryads
Gary Sinclair
Clustered now beside the trail , Their numbers wear a ghostly veil . What was once is still to be , Waiting for eternity ? Such potential yet so small , Currents will determine all . Spread beyond the place released , Through the air both south and east . Nature ’ s frozen capsules heed , Yet they are but lowly seeds .
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