A Woodlot
Standing in a woodlot
A boneyard of fallen timbers
Lifeless they are
Warming sun on earth
Thick with bush
Bulging buds spring forth
Where violets grow
A stream - flowing low
Scarcity of winter snow
Painful to the eyes
Stands of willows gnarled
An artist records
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