Life and times of a new farmer/homesteader
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I'm certain someone might wonder what I write as poetry goes. This one's a work in progress.Untitled
Walking 'round on Hankins Hollow Polly stops and my eyes follow The ruffled grouse she spotted takes to wing Take a moment, take the sight nothing less perfect than birds flight my mind music lacks the song which I should sing I cannot decribe my thoughts on such a thing I place a bulb into the ground last fall and today I have found the sprout in winters slumber has come green The trees that died are showing bud and life is oozing in the mud where once there was a lovely winter scene I cannot describe my thoughts on such a thing. ------------------ Thanks,
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