A Summer's Moment
The call of the Lark
And the Red-Winged Blackbird
The rustle of grass
Over my left shoulder
And
Before us
The rippling brook
The shimmering trees
And
The depth of you silence
As you
Not far away
Think on other things
This I take back with me
To the noise of the city
Copyright © William Otto | Year Posted 2011
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