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A Gift of Song

Plodding on wet gravel,
I walked a mile today.
Looked forward to our travel,
Fall held the hope of May.

A small song skipped lightly,
Perked my heart and mind,
Conveyed to me so brightly,
In a way clever and kind.

The day holds such promise;
To verve of life a boost,
Vitality poured on us,
‘Til time for birds to roost.

How amazing to receive,
A lift for all day long.
Company from morn to eve,
A thoughtful gift of song.

©09/21/2011 Carol Morfitt

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