There was nothing I could do. I couldn't change a flight of stairs into a creek. The boy walked back to where he came from. The same thing once happened to me. I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon. "Excuse me," I said. "I thought you were a trout stream." "I'm not," she said. |
if you came from the Poetry Webring or the Ring of the Moon.
This Ring
of Poe site is owned by |
What can we reason, but from what we know?--Alexander Pope