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Prairie

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Prairie that place silent as a whisper where wind fingers through wheat and ripples over the rough bark of cottonwood trees. Do not drill,…

Trampled Flowers

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After a two mile hike through Cumberland hard woods we approached a sandstone rockhouse nestled into a cliff’s foot. Inside, the sandy floor was…

Poem for Bob Dog

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Old dog, old dog I remember you when you were a playful pup. Though you were all Retriever I made you sled dog, pulling…