As I Wander

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As I wander through woods it begins to lightly rain,

hood up, shoes crunching twigs, even where winter was singing,

the harshness has ended. And now it is time for

the robin, the blue jay squawking, gawking,

jumping from branch to branch

and a dove

coos

asking for peace.

      

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