
Sun is hot
the night offers little
baby under shade tree
sometimes i see big bugs
i found a bullet in the woods
old man with nothing to do
strong winds moving green leaves
all the fish have died
orange green blue red
i have not eaten
the splash of water
sundown by the shore
sweet recognition
a soft mother's touch
she worries about him
he is thankful for her
polaris and the big dipper
hand in hand
we all are in need


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