Contemplative Poetry
1 min
Afternoons at Grant Ranch
Lisa Charpontier
Gentle wind bows golden wheat.
Softly rustles these bare feet.
Look up, I'm so small.
Connected to all.
Cycles ordained to repeat.
Softly rustles these bare feet.
Look up, I'm so small.
Connected to all.
Cycles ordained to repeat.
Spring into Poetry Contest, 2021 - San José Public Library
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