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Mushroom

Sunrise across verdant wild fields Long strip of fertile soil lies fallow Bird of prey swoops and gracefully wheels My vision is focused, narrow. Autumn woods are waiting nearby With old wicker basket, I hurry Mushroom picking under morning sky Small creatures underfoot scurry. Moss growing vibrant green Tree roots curl everywhere Not one mushroom to be seen Wicker basket empty I do declare.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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