Poetry from My Walks

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Dry is the cornfield;

Tall and Silent.  And in front

My shadow dances.

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Early evening

Where the sun hangs in a tree –

See the flying geese?

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A stately maple,

Standing tall and fully dressed,

In golden yellow.

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A Surprised Squirrel

Stops…..we watch each other……Runs

Then comes the scolding!

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Cabin by the woods,

Blends with every season’s hues,

Saying, “Come on in!”

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As I head back home,

Flying high above….honking

“It’s time to migrate!”

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