Poetry

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I wipe a tear too often now
Whenever the willow sways.
As they position me
So that I can see
It dance in the autumn breeze.

Revealed by the lifting of the morning haze,
the mountains touched the blue.
Natures sounds come alive,
Awakened by the day.
Children chasing kittens
in the old pole barn.
Jumping on the bales of hay.
Sounds of the creek
by a gravel drive
and the tire swing where I used to play.
My thoughts slow, and I linger there,
Wishing that I could stay,
but soon they'll roll me back inside
Where memories are all that remain.
There's a chill in the air
and an autumn breeze
is bringing about a change.
But I'll return, again I'm sure,
Whenever the willow sways.

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