"Bubbling up in our own good time-- online."
Groundwaters Publishing, LLC
Volume 1 Issue 1
Page 3
she knew
sit still and listen
breath deep to remember
earth's aroma in her favorite place
beneath the forsythia bushes
where damp earth and fallen leaves
mingle scents
in spring
hidden away
she saw
a brown thrasher nest
full of bird
long brown tail
pointy bill
yellow eyes staring
at her
She was five and she knew.
essence By Sarah Spaulding
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