Wednesday, January 14, 2015

poem of the day January 14


The old
farmer
at the
river bank
working
on his
maple line
is almost
as much
of the
landscape
as the trees
he has
been tending
Yet 
through
the years
not a
single
drop of
water
has stopped to
admire
any of
his man-made
nature

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