Evening comes slowly creeping across the landscape.
Pines deep green in daylight turn black.
A child seen in silhouette on a tire swing as cicadas'sing.
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A refined poetic imagination, Helen Osbourne. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Don't forget the s'mores! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! " ...the first published recipe for “some mores" was in a 1927 publication called Tramping and Trailing with the Girl Scouts." to MyPoemList i like s'mores and i love this poem. both are delicious. bri :)