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Barbara Ac Poem
Thank you mankind,
for leaving this clump of trees,
for us Nature lovers.
A crowd of deciduous samplings,
motionless like prisoners,
in a desert of bulldozer ruts.
If I squint my vision,
I should be thankful that the clump of trees
is positioned to catch the Autumn sun
- at just the right angle.
It's all how you view trees.
So sad they're young and orphaned
With no desire to shed their leaves.
Copyright © Barbara Ac | Year Posted 2011
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Barbara Ac Poem
I watch my young son
Look full-faced into the rugged wind
His blond silken hair is blown about
Like spikes around his elfin-like face.
He knows nothing
Of how the wind starts
Or how it effects
His cool Maritime climate.
Only that this invisible wind
Tickles his eyes and nose,
Stirs up fallen leaves,
And challenges him to dance
- Open-armed -
Into the deep bosom of the wind.
Copyright © Barbara Ac | Year Posted 2011
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