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Marshes Call

Marshes along the way
call me to come close,
their sunken terrain
rich with growth.

It’s sound that stops me,
peeping and singing,
songs breaking silence
of its sister woods.

I envy the trees
standing here all day,
their curled arms
reaching in grace

accompanied by
this steady sheet
of music.

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Posted September 3, 2011 by perettipoems in Contemplation, Nature, POEMS & ART COPYRIGHTED, Poetry

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