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At the Pond
Sun hangin' way up high
Red-winged and brown thrasher flying by
A cool, whispering breeze; renders sweet
songs through the leaves
Big mouths and cats a jumpin'
Red-headed and yellow-bellied a thumpin'
Big live oak towering nearby for a little shade
Reaching over my shoulder for sweet sips of
cold lemonade
Sanguine transcendental thoughts that echo
Sublime Reflections of Henry David Thoreau
Soaking in all the sights, sounds, and relaxing fun
No emails, phone calls, or traffic just a moment at the pond
Copyright ©
Stewart Watkins
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