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A Winter Morn Upon bare fields and leafless trees, Fences, barns and tractor seat, A frosty, white consuming freeze, In the early morning light we greet. Above, the sky gives up its grays, Dark clouds turn silver, with the light. The golden sun now sends its rays To meet the earth�s return from night. Before our eyes, the pinks and gold Against the pale blue colored dome, Grow brighter as this day unfolds To warm our frozen winter homes. Douglas Fletcher 01/02/2002 |
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