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by
Ann Roske

 
Wind
on a
warm summer
day carries the
resinous scent of
pitch and earth; the sound of
tractors and children playing.
Song bird voices mingle with the
haunting cry of red tail hawks surfing
thermal waves; scent and sound drift on the breeze


Form of this poem is Etheree
--Submitted by bambooshoot on 2012-06-08.
Post New Comment:
martin1223:
passing tug • the smell of blossoms
Posted 12/25/2012 10:36 AM


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