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Smells of a fresh rain
and the twinge of a bitter sweetness
that is very much familiar
plays with my senses

the wind gently tickles
the tall tan blades of grass
and the browning dead grass
crouches over the new shoots
protecting it from harm

My ears tune in
to the sweet tweet of the birds
dancing playfully on a near by branch

I let nature’s beauty take me away

Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.

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The following comments are for "Prairie Land"
by Elleta Jo Crismon

thank you very much. i wouldn't usually write about nature, but English called for it. It was fun. Once again thank you.

( Posted by: Elleta Jo Crismon [Member] On: December 2, 2003 )

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