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This is for roses, and junipers
All things that grow
For mint and dewy clover
To days and nights going slow
Dandelions, and Daisies
Kisses under moonlight's glow
Sun in the trees
Hot afternoons,
Sugary Ice teas
Cold lemonade
Warm friendships
In the cool of shade
For all little children
Who run in the glade
Buzzing bees
Sunflower seeds
Cows that say
Moo to passersby
Corn that cracks
In the damp blue sky
Robins and Geese
Hawks and Blue Jays
Windy flaxen grass
Oats a whistling
Old pond, green moss
Turtles and frogs listening
Rain falling fast
Crystal clear
Coming down at last
Far and near
Ice cold springs
Ringing through the forest
Tiny cricket sings
With cicadas and locusts
In ferns, under the bottlebrushes
Lay warm moose and calf
Red Foxes jump in the deep rushes
While squirrels run off to nap
Forest green, antlers crest,
Hidden creatures eyes
In hedge, hole and nest
There out to spy,
To play,
To feed,
To rest
Poetry Postings.......... Shared Thoughts................................................ Welcome All !
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