...because you only want a few words
A locust splits his skin and bursts free
Into a brand new existence.
He sits in the tree and sings his song of triumph.
From the porch I wait and listen
Trapped in my skin, my life.
I sit in the rocker and hum an old folk tune.
That was sweet! Also, it had a calm feel to it. Very nice, Lee Ann.
Thanks Linda. Listening to the locusts on a summer evening is a very sweet and calming thing to do.
That was sweet! Also, it had a calm feel to it. Very nice, Lee Ann.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda. Listening to the locusts on a summer evening is a very sweet and calming thing to do.
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