Hiway 156A Poem by annie leedrive home
along the roadside, white and lacy froth of queen anne’s lace swaying gently in the wind -- bright poppies are demurely closing for night -- on a wire above a bevy of softly gray mourning doves queue up as if for choir, solemn and decorous -- eventide. © 2013 annie lee |
StatsAuthorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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