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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 07, 2018

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the apple trees

in early autumn rain

beg for shelter

as they watch field mice

find dry pathways

under round bale

gravestones

 

birds are bunching

on the wire

 

rows of feed corn

browning on the stalks

from the bottom up

 

the whitetail deer

know what's coming

 

today is to sharpen my axe

tomorrow is to oil my boots

 

soon the glass windows

will grow thick

and the fire

must never go out


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