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In thought, by Hans Andersen Brendekilde
Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

The Bounty

The Bounty
 
I live among the
Tender green fields
Of corn and watch them
Waltzing with the
Early summer wind
 
I walk among the
Vineyards that stretch
Beyond my dreams and
Marvel at Mother Nature’s
Handiwork as she
Offers her bounty to me
What more can I ask for?

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