a poem in my pocket

farmer mowing grass

nesting killdeer scold and swoop

wild roses blush pink

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humidity soars

spirals of corn reaching up

thunder rumbles rain

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smell of fresh cut hay

cattle swishing tails at flies

farm wife hoes garden

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camping in state park

birdsong floats on morning breeze

cotton flies from trees

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biking lakefront trail

past fishermen on pier

slow goose crosses path

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evening slowly fades

lamps illuminate old bridge

reflect on river

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daylight awakens

glad summer sunday morning

voices raise in praise