Malvin L. Brown

(Sparta, Tennessee)

Reminiscing

When the sun goes down in the evening and a pleasant
breeze is blowing through the trees I think it is
nice to watch the shadows as they reach their lacy
fingers across the way - this is of course the first
sign of the ending of the day. I remember when
we used to sit beneath a beautiful maple tree and
listen to the birds and bees singing their love
sons to their mates high in the trees.

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