"This land like a mirror turns you inward
And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines."
from Dark Pines Under Water
by Gwendolyn MacEwen
"Then morning showed
The proper height of sky.
We were grown up again."
from Growing Up
by Dorothy Livesay