Purple Morning - Poem by elysabeth faslund
Morning glories tumble, entertwine
along the banks of this river.
Otters jumble playfully, raccoons
cross a road for water.
I see it all from this bridgehouse.
Marveling how such creatures
And a sense of 'forever'.
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