Monday, October 25, 2004
Golden Afternoon
Running wild over flaxen fields The wind blows us like seeds of Earth Chasing Cottonwood fairies and Cattail kids Afternoon begins. A basket of food for you and I A blanket set amid the moldering leaves Trees of flaming yellow, orange, red, surround us rays of sunlight dances through Young souls with the fire of life bend to passions feverish delight The wind sings in the rustle of drying leaves we lift our voices in harmony intercourse of a different kind Our thoughts combined we’re one in mind...
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