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I measure rain
in Desert Primrose
California poppies
Indian Paintbrush
Purple Sage
In blackberries
and wild
strawberries
on the trail
to the beach
I measure rain
by the deer
and bobcats
that come to our
backyard water fountain
dust devils
on the dry lake beds
or whether
Snow Geese stop over
at Honey Lake
I measure rain
by washed out
ruts and ditches
criss-crossing
our dirt road
by rusty hinges
and the melody
on the tin roof
for peaceful sleep
and Gypsy dreams
© by June Crawford Sanders.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Originally from the South, June Crawford Sanders now lives in the Sierra Nevadas in Northern California. She loves family, poetry, playing piano, camping, and photographing the deer, bobcats, bears, and birds that come to her backyard water fountain.
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mszlyk:
Such a lovely poem! What a way to measure rain.
Posted 09/11/2021 11:02 PM
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jamvan:
I love love love the rain and thankyou for your dedicated poem
Posted 09/11/2021 04:18 AM
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juneinca@aol.com:
Thank you, Everyone, for the wonderful comments. We have been evacuated from the Dixie Fire for several weeks. Reduced to an evac warning now instead of mandatory, but not staying at home yet, very smoky, and no phone or cell service.
Posted 09/09/2021 05:41 PM
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Anastasia:
We would love some rain here in California! Wonderful images of what we're missing!
Posted 09/09/2021 01:08 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful images.
Posted 09/09/2021 01:00 AM
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paradea:
Love this poem!
Posted 09/08/2021 11:55 AM
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joecot:
May your measures begin to fill -- soon! Wonderful poem.
Posted 09/08/2021 11:12 AM
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Jancan:
Forgive typo!
Posted 09/08/2021 11:05 AM
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Jancan:
So creative and vividly descriptive--very appleaing details!
Posted 09/08/2021 11:01 AM
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michael escoubas:
All good yardsticks, June. Imaginative, along with a beautiful appearance on the page through judicious line breaks.
Posted 09/08/2021 08:58 AM
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Larry Schug:
These words show that paying attention to what is all around us is rewarded with beautiful and thoughtful poetry. I hope you're not being threatened by the fires, June.
Posted 09/08/2021 08:04 AM
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Rob:
Lovely images! Esp. enjoyed the sounds toward the end "rusty hinges/and the melody on the tin roof". Unexpected and delightful!
Posted 09/08/2021 06:20 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I am a big fan of June Crawford Sanders delightful rhythm and joyous images. I am doing a rain dance as I read this poem. Sounds like Arizona. Drought or washed out.
Posted 09/08/2021 05:20 AM
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