Four Poem by K Hamfeldt
Four
Four kindred souls,
Peaking over the young faces all enthralled,
Four different paths,
One fishing pole,
Fourth cast is the charm,
Leaning far over are few while two are sitting on the bridges wall,
Four Siftenos children watch as flowers fall.
Laughter fills the surrounding land and air,
Four young Italian children spend summer without a care,
Saturdays are for playing on the wall.
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