Poetry

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Those marvelous trees,ten metres high,like sentinel'sthey stand quite still,all motionless on
snowcapped plain,some lakes and lessor foliage still remain,above the icy water's edge,some beard
and wolves,and elks as well,they forage for their
share of food ,some other animal's loss of life,
provide them all with some sustanence,they do not
share in harmony,they grab their piece,and then
they flee,lessons for some ravens then they get their little share as well,these wildlife creatures
have their say in their natures normal way,survival in their snowy cold land mass,they see their prey,for life's contain,till spring comes
arounn they will remain,and repeat life's cycle
once more again,in GOD'S TUNDRA,their lives they live,and thus maintain until the winter,that's
another tale. Joe.

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