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Volume 6 Issue 4
Page 10
Page 10
| I sit in the afternoon sun listening to my granddaughter chanting silly poetry from the pool Many, many variations she has as endings to roses are red, violets are blue Her chatter mingles with splashes sometimes punctuated with a dog’s bark sometimes pausing for the drone of a low-flying plane At times, her voice seems to twist and entwine with chattering birds and rustling leaves or the swishing cedar boughs Now we both listen to singing tires on pavement other sounds lazily pause with expectancy Her parents have arrived |
| Summer Sounds By Wanda Edwards |