Poem
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Plainfield, Vermont
The trembling acres on those grounds Were fit with trees as tall and tall And swaying high from left to right As far as I could see, they were. They lined the trails of whitest snow That covered plains and… Continue reading
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The plant
It’s the first day that I’m waiting For my plant to grow. The third times a charm, I told my plant as I grew impatient, “I’ll replant You” I have said. Once, I buried the pit of a mango I… Continue reading
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From the Moon
The sphere That becomes the sun, well Not becomes the sun. It looks Blue. From afar, that’s what we used Thousands of years ago to guide Our journeys; it looked like A light to us from here.… Continue reading
