Trespassers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trespassers



Once again sitting amongst Prescott's pine trees,
line in the water, just feeding the fishes.

Gusting winds murmuring through tops of pines,
gently reminding us that we are trespassers in
mother nature's abode and to not vandalize it
in human unnatural ways.

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