(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

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Whispering Thank You's

Birds are chirping on high branches as a gentle breeze waves them around in the atmosphere.
Sunlight catching on green leaves, reflecting it's light to my inner eyes.
Shadows slyly moving about on brick pavers, as sidewalks timidly walk about this downtown property.
Sounds of water splashing about, spewing forth from several fountains made of brick and cement.
Thank you Lord, for whispering to me through nature and it's poetry.

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013


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