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As I walk through my fields,
I listen as my dogs travel behind me,
The gentle hue of the baby blue sky fades to black,
The sweet sounds of the frogs croaking down at the pond,
The birds soon settle to rest,
See you in the morning my fields!



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so_joy said...
Aug. 11, 2012 at 10:12 pm
Great! Excellent imagery. Amazing job! Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! Thanks!
 
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