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There is an ancient, bent, and oldish tree
That has a very wrinkled face.
It calls home our fair Bluebonnet Sea,
And weaves its leaves of finespun lace.
It shares the soft and silky sand
We leave our footprints in each day.
And guards this sweet and fragile land
When dorset storms her winds our way.
It is a signature of time and grace.
How grand it stands against our sea.
Wisdom's echo face to face.
And a touch of nature's mastery.
Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler
There is nothing like walking through the woods on a hot summer day looking at the glorious trees in all there glory. A great poem.
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It shares the soft and silky sand We leave our footprints in each day. And guards this sweet and fragile land When dorset storms her winds our way. wondering over nature's mastery. a great poem. tony