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Joshua Brown
There is nothing magical here
But a squirrel dashing there
Across that shadowed morn
To tree across the way lorn
He hopped and skipped round
The grassy hill beyond concrete mound
And waved hello to the children
Dressed warmly and walking then
Their hands held as if by giants
Against the chilly weather defiant
In red puffy jackets and waddling along
Just a mom and daughter singing song
Saying hello to the city just waking
In calm serenity before leaves raking
That cool autumn breeze wafting in
Little gray squirrel dashing jumpin'
As the three songbirds flit quick
From green treetops that stick
High in the sky a cove of life
That protect from land stuck strife
Chirps ring in their own little land
Far away from me but heard planned
As if comfort against that wintering
That plods towards us all cantering
#poem #poetry #nature #natural #season #change #weather #experience #feelings #cozy #autumn
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📅 Written October 9, 2023
📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado near the West Toll Gate Creek
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Thanks for reading this poem which is a just a simple reflection on the sights and sounds captured in a few moments in the high desert of Eastern Colorado a stone's throw away from the West Toll Gate Creek.
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