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I never tire of what I see in my back yard each day, As I gaze out my window to watch the squirrels at play. The chipmunks darting here and there are busy as the bees. The many species of wild birds sing sweetly in the trees. The white-tailed deer that come each day, Are very, very tame, When I go out to feed them, I call each one by name. One morning not too long ago, at the break of dawn, Lying in my backyard, was a little spotted fawn. With gratitude, I praised the Lord For creatures such as these, That make life so enjoyable, For country folk like me. Jeannette E. Smith April 29, 2002 |
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