Johanna A. Garretson Poems

When the moon rises up into our sky
spreading her soft light from way up high
making trees, homes, fields and waters glow
with magical pastels from blue to yellow.
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When I saw a desert for the very first time;
It was in 1965 in Africa, I would not have given it a dime!!!
The reason, I saw it from way up high, from the air!
In a plane from my seat, it looked only bare!!!
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