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POETRY PATH : Green Song

I can never get my fill 
of chlorophyll,
of glory-filled weather
when the air is clear and dry,
when grasshoppers in their gauntlets
hop along high
and bright-winged butterflies
delight the eye,
when sun and breeze combine
to make the landscape shine
and green's the major color
against an azure sky.

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-Lillian Morrison
Pinegreenwoods Poetry Path