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In A Wood By The River’s Edge

Kevin Taylor·April 30, 2021

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In A Wood By The River’s Edge

written by: Kevin Taylor

@poetkevinjtayl1

In a wood by the river’s edge,
flat and very full of trees,
with banners flying
and no misgivings,

brothers Thomas and John
and gallant Aesop,
at song, in praise—
“Good pillage!”

Their fleet— their raft,
a sail of a biscuit sack.
An afternoon, idle
near the water’s side.

Because all that way
is full of woods
and therefore very
fresh and cool.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Source text for all words used in creating this poem: Sir Francis Drake’s Raid on the Treasure Trains: Being the Memorable Relations of his Voyage to the West Indies in 1572. Edited by Janet & John Hampden 1953. Published by The Folio Society.

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Kevin Taylor

Western Canadian poet, storyteller and sometimes shit disturber. First published in Sand Patterns, Prince Edward Island, in 1974. Up and down since then. Several chapbooks slouch on bookshelves marking "the sudden grey of decades passing," following a first humiliating rejection, in person.

Lauren Scott

Lauren Scott writes poetry and memoir and enjoys the challenge of trying other genres. She has authored two collections of poetry: New Day, New Dreams and Finding a Balance. In 2021, she released her memoir, More than Coffee. She is a contributing author in the anthology, Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships, as well as in the upcoming anthology, This is How We Grow. Her fourth book, Ever So Gently, is a poetry collection to be published in June. She recently finished her first children's book and works with her illustrator with plans to release it this year. She lives in California with her husband, Matt, and their lab, Copper. They have two adult children residing on the east coast. Lauren's writing inspiration comes from her love of family, spending time outdoors, and finding joy in the simple things.

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