Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: James G. Piatt

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As I was quietly ambling in the woods,
I saw beautiful pink irises under an old
Sycamore tree, they were seemingly
Humming, a silent tune. The purple
Flowers were plentiful as leaves on
The old Maple tree, which offered them
Healing shade. I relaxed amid their
Beauty, while red, and, yellow flowers
Nearby emitted stunning fragrances
Into the balmy autumn breeze, and my
Yearning senses.

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