Three Words More Poem by Frank Avon

The moles in my yard
didn't come back this year;
neither did the deer.

Tho my roses were less hardy,
a redbud invaded Joseph's Coat,
applause for only the marigolds.

I'm getting old -
weak, weary, dizzy.
I walk with a crook

So sing me one more song,
read me one more psalm.

I'm sleeping in the sun,
I'm reading in the shade:

Derelict
Everyone
Escapade

I'm breathing in the sky,
I'm swimming in the breeze.

I raise up my arms,
I kneel on my knees.

With wary eyes I see

the willow tree
Virginia creeper
Joe Pye weed

the glade
the crick
the sun

Escapade
Derelict
Everywhere

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