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Waking in the Dawn, to the singing of Birds When the wind in the trees, whisper Nature's words Watching the Brown Trout, Leaping to catch a fly While the Blue Spruce, strong and tall, waves to the sky Author's Note : I will be back in an Hour to finish this poem I am at the Library and my time is almost up

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Karen Anglesey

Date: 4/27/2013 10:03:00 AM

Harry, I love walking through your words. This is so beautiful and vivd as if written for me and my growing up years in Provo Canyon (Utah)

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/5/2012 1:48:00 PM

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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 11/6/2012 10:04:00 AM

Look forward to the rest ad thank you once again for your lovely comments xx

Connie Gildersleeve

Date: 11/3/2012 7:45:00 PM

Great start. Can't wait to read its finish.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 11/3/2012 5:51:00 PM

Thank God for libraries, it was a plesant shelter in the laast few storms! [You should have seen those spruce trees dance in 60 mile an hour wind.] XXXX Light & Love

Joyce Johnson

Date: 11/3/2012 3:22:00 PM

I will be back to look for it. You have been leaving some very kind remarks on my poetry. Thank you dear son. Love, Joyce (Mom)