Monday, January 5, 2009

Watching Winter Waders Comments

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I pause to cross the rough-hewn, part-patched, shaky step
Of weathered fence-stile on my winter walk, to stop,
Sit on the stoop and gaze across the yellowing scene
To where, in summer, swaying grass-blades graced the crop.
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C Richard Miles
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