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Lone Elm [250]
Lone Elm
There's something to be said
for napping with a cat on the lap
a dog curled at one's feet
a cup of tea at fingertips
gazing out the window at snowflakes
sifting over a bird feeder,
blujays, and one lone cardinal.
And after stormy gales a blanket of hush,
the calm of sunlight over drifted fields,
the sky a stunning blue.
One can get used to
quiet, drama kept at bay
by hedgerows that mark the boundaries
of fields, of wheat and corn and hay.
Everyday,
routines become a harmony
to the melody of wind rustling dead leaves.
Oh, these memories of Lone Elm
a place where I've never lived
yet long to be.
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