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Spring Training
by Bruce W NiedtWith silver lips of
shears, she clips
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the country garden,
her trained meadow,
while bees and butterflies
promote the fertile cycle.
The sky is blue crystal.
The beans grow, inch by inch. 03/08/2004 Author's Note: [Another product of a writing exercise. A great way to unclog a creative logjam....]
Posted on 03/09/2004
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/29/04 at 12:08 PM Refreshing in your content and rejuvinating in your approach, Bruce. One way to harvest your mind, eh!
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