Monday, July 4, 2011

The Fourth of July at the Lake

The Fourth of July

A songbird ripples still air
In still water salmon and trout lie deep
A skateboard boy rolls
down the steep road.
Mourning doves flutter
To the nest they built
under my window.
I guess I’ll get up.
It’s the fourth of July.

                           --Barbara Spring

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