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Wednesday, March 26, 2008



A sprinkling of snow;
Behind the woods, geese calling;
Moist sweet smell of hay.









The two retrievers
Sit patiently in the car;
The fun is outside.


A distant woodpecker
Thrums its sharp staccato beat.
On the ground, robins.

A heavy dark sky,
Then the sun rolls up the road
Bringing soft shadows.

Sun and clouds see saw;
First come bright dancing shadows,
Then, a steel gray road.









Ring of ancient rocks
Surrounds the rusting tin can--
History pieces.

A cluster of birds
Fly clucking over the road
As the sun comes out.

Bree bree twit twit twit
Twah twah twah twah twah twah (caw)
Chirpa chirpa chirp.

Air is moist and clean;
Newborn goat wriggles and blinks--
Season of rebirth.





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