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Before dark you’ll decline, your brown eyes dropping in cicada refrain, in the peachy light of evening. For me your best perfume, as the hidden legs of crickets creak, honeysuckle, cornhusks whisper June running by in bare feet. This is how I mark my days, even in quiet crystalline winter, your radiant rays melting through my slumber raising your sun-burned face singing wind chimes and airplane drone dandelion fluff and Queen Anne’s Lace of love and things yet undone. |
For Kristi and Madison
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Romantic
It flows, it's atmospheric, the rhyme is silky and unobtrusive, the words are beautifully chosen and romantic. Kristi and Madison should be pleased. -
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Thanks John
Kristi and Madison are my wife and daughter; and both love to be outside on our farm in the summer.
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Gosh this took me back to my childhood, when I live in a quiet country town, you could hear the birds,cicadas and roo's jumping through the bush. You could smell the flowers or even the rain right before it came. Going for a swim in the river and the rapids.
They are my fondest memories and this poem bought them all back again

I was cheeky and read the comments to, but am glad as now I know who kristi and madison are
The rhyming in this is tight and none feels forced.
I dont remember reading an earlier version of this but it doesn't matter, this was perfect inspiring and uplifting read

Cindy

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Thank you
We don't have kangaroos here in Ohio, unless at the zoo, but I'm glad my little poem was able to awaken such good memories for you!
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Windhover
January 6