Summer Fox Poems

Mother was away, plucking hens
So I got my mead, in the special hip flask
Sat by the fence, just by the green
Time slipped along, Ken joined...

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Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time..
as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun.

'What., are you...

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As Spring turns into Summer
    The shift in temperatures
Tend to get a little warmer….
    Mother Nature calls
For her children...

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Sometimes,
on a rainy night
despair steals my soul

It is swift as an eagle
descending on its prey.
and I've learned long ago

It will surely have its way.
So I...

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Summer grass in which I rest,
cooling in shade from labors made 
is as green as glass from a soda-pop bottle, 
its fragments that ride, washed...

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