It was a light clear blue sky as the snow capped clouds
Were floating by
An Egret with it s wings spread wide on the air
Currents way up high.
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A very descriptive poem, Louis. Soon, there will be relief from the scorching sun- - Unless it's a hurricane brewing over the ocean. In which case, it's out of the frying pan, and into the fire! (Enjoyed your poem!) : -)
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