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At the rail
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book 11 Golden sunlight softly falls
on the cottage by the shore
and the woman standing there
on a summer day so warm
roof is batched with grasses dry
and of golden wood 'tis built
things of life shaped by man
forming all that he would have
windows made of clear hard glass
framed with metals dug from the earth
there that one can freely see
all that there outside may be
sharp hard corners of shaped wood
beams of wood that would restrain
boundaries they do define
of those things that safely be
nearby lies beach of sand
where the waves do lightly lap
sound does call to those near by
to come down and in them be
no warm breeze the air does stir
cooling warmth of sultry day
of hot flesh in sunlight lit
so creamy smooth and tan
standing there gazing out
forms of curves full and ripe
long brown curls hanging down
golden lit by sun light
lines of fabric pulled so tight
colored with colors oh so bright
some are straight by the weight
others curved filled so full
bows are tied to restrain
with loose ends to pull free
that would cast all caution aside
freeing things that might be
gaze does cast across the land
full of challenge of what might be
unto those who quest may take
to enter in an treasured take
upon this scene I do gaze
and feel the challenge that there be
stirs within desire to undertake
of the quest it does present
to ascend to where she stands
and of her challenge to under take
that I might rise into the quest
and have the strength to succeed
