Found Poetry 287

5/9/20

the days circulate like air
cool stacks of clouds
rough brown pine bark
summer does what it wants
I eat my lunch in the park
and hear the music of the lark

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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