Years spent in Flanders. Listening to Pearls Before Swine. I saw the ancient past. Drifting through the warm muddy water in the ditches. Where old men fished for trout. And young girls waited. For their husbands to come back. From across the sea. Which they never do. And those young girls. Looked like my daughters.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Pearls Before Swine
Years spent in Flanders. Listening to Pearls Before Swine. I saw the ancient past. Drifting through the warm muddy water in the ditches. Where old men fished for trout. And young girls waited. For their husbands to come back. From across the sea. Which they never do. And those young girls. Looked like my daughters.
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