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Nature Ballad

During sunset reigns small blooms of blue lovely is the enchanting azure bell flower their tentacle roots grasp for evening dew brightest in the midst of the golden hour peepers sing during the long trail home. I wish none were too old for a nature walk. as green grasses will soon wither and die the moon begins rising to a soaring goshawk breezes touch the petals quivering and shy We spend days content in the warmer times watching lightning bugs dancing like stars far away we hear the lovely wind chimes a pair of Mourning Doves call from a tree while a small Red Fox listens rather intently: free.

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Date: 6/27/2021 5:34:00 AM
Sounds like we're sailing the same ship off into the sunset! Keep those sails a-blowing my friend!!! Cheers!
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Date: 3/29/2021 4:28:00 PM
Hello Ken Dronsfield, a wonderful poem about nature. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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Ken Allan Dronsfield
Date: 5/13/2021 9:14:00 AM
Hello, Darlene! I'm so sorry, this comment was totally missed by me. Thank you so very much for reading and writing in. I truly appreciate you! Have a blessed day!! Ken