Friday, January 19, 2007

Red Grange: Ghost poem, opening lines

There are shapes now moving,
Two Ghosts that drift and glide,
And which of them to tackle
Each rival must decide.
They shift with spectral swiftness
Across the swarded range,
And one of them’s a shadow,
And one of them is Grange

--Grantland Rice


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