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The sky above is virgin blue;
…The breeze has summer’s breath.
The course of Nature’s staying true:
…First life, then later, death.
The children run and laugh and play;
…Their adults stand and look,
A little back to miss the spray
…The water fountains brook.
And in their lot’s a sacrifice
…That some for others make
Instead of selfishness like ice
…Upon a frozen lake.
The care, concern, is Nature’s course
…And not the centeredness
When some because their hearts are coarse
…For little lives care less.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
The Bard on the Hill 