THE HOLLOW
In the hollow down below.
Do sees trees with shadows of leaves.
There next to the woods I see a deer.
Standing there ready to run. If a hunter was near.
Not far, away there is a barn the red has faded all but away.
The grass has turned to brown.No rain for days.
The creek will have a dry bed.
I must go to play in that sleepy hollow where I stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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