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Not a Breath of Wind

Not a breath of wind
The trees are still
No creaking from
The ancient mill

The greenest grass
The reddest poppies
Golden corn
Time never stopping

A child screams
With delight
Pushed on a swing
With all her mother’s might

Sheep grazing nearby
Baaing in the sun
Horses neigh
Day’s nearly done

A dog’s tongue hangs
In the heat
Grandpa sits
On a garden seat

Grandma calls
That dinner’s ready
Grandpa stands
His legs not steady

Sheep raise their heads
And smell the stew
Horses neigh
And kittens mew

Off the swing
Hands washed and dried
Family all head
Off inside

Meal devoured
Sun is falling
Sleep time now
The owls are calling

T-wit-t-woo

By Elizabeth Stevenson

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