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As I sat on my pourch

I gaze up in the sky

I see the calmness way up high



No breeze,and the sun is setting

I think of you and the smell of the pines.



I see the tall tree's so big in the night

I hear the chirps of birds so low

Night has come to all things outside



the end of morning leads to a new day

the shadows of winds so lightly they flow

seeing the  branches just take it slow

squirels scamper to hide in their beds



bugs start to rome as night takes hold

now I will sleep and dream of a land

where we can hold each other

so safe by the sand.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

8-31-04

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