Rosy waves of morn arrive, To light springs providence
On the decks of poplars, thrashers steadily stride
In aureately afternoons grasshopers gently croon
Coaxed bewitching stillness within the effervesent lime
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Kevin, just discovered your poetry and feel some of our subject matter is of kindred spirits. This poem reminds me of one of mine, Remembering Walt. We must both have been raised on that blanket made of grass. Looking forward to reading more of your work!