Ancestral Ripples
Ancestral ripples infuse my mind
As I look out early morn.
Twilight luscious, Vermillion hued
The day anew reborn.
Frangipani scents the air
As mockingbirds serenade,
I love this land, where I was born
Where my roots were laid.
A menagerie of memories I have,
Pellucid, are the days.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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