FIELDS OF SONG
       
      Reposed upon
      the orchard sod
      I feel the sway
      of goldenrod.
      Harmony
      my eyes behold
      when springtime fields
      of song unfold.
       Butterfly Flying
      Butterflies serenade
      on the breeze
      and pollen waltzes
      round the trees.
      New buds waitFlower blooming.
      their turn to dance
      among the blossoms
      of romance.
      Melodies lifted
         on the wingClick for bird sound©Kitty Roach
      incite the fragrant
      fields to sing.
       
       
      Poetry Copyright © 1998  by Tina Dempsey  All Rights Reserved
      End Of ACT I.
       
       
      "Well it's getting dark and as you can see
       the weather changed unpredictably!"
       
       
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