For 1461 Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
On a sunny day, under the trees, news floats on a gentle breeze. A gliding wheelchair makes its rounds, with me, a load of ninety pounds. My quiet helper hums a pretty tune. Closed eyes see what's coming soon. Who'd have guessed I'd ever know, 'twould be such a pleasant way to go.
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