My spring garden. Enjoy this lovely poem.
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A Spring Drive - by me (Robert Foster)
A purple breeze…
Breathes from the trees
Along this road less traveled
The bradford pears…
Theirs in these airs
Anointing me with silence
Those daffodils…
Spills on the hills
This picture perfect byway
And I’m with smiles…
while savored miles
Sing out to skip the highway
So glad we are friends!!
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