Barbara Attaway

Rookie (Beaumont, Texas, USA)

Red Plums Wild

To preserve this day, I pick red plums wild
Within my soul, I dream a while
A vision ancient, to me smiles
Of plums growing wild in thickets dark
There for taking by man or lark
Beside running water where beavers bark
I hear the drums for miles

Smoke signals lifting high in sky

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