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About This Poem
Under the Summer Sky
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
To drink in the golden summer hour
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies
Where crows circle low, insistent with cries
Where meadows are ablaze with wildflower
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
Cattle huddle, where the cool shade resides
Beneath tall oaks, crowned with ancient power
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies
The steep hilled slopes, where purple lupine thrive
Scenting warm air with sweet fragrant showers
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies
The day stretches out with a yawning sigh
I drink in the golden summer hour
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies
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