| A Pause |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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Long at work I had been that day, So I decided to pause my task. A strolled along in the sun’s great rays And in beauty did I bask. In the gentle rustling the trees did yield, The ash, the oak, the fir. In the waves of grass in yonder field, Hypnotizing as they were. In the blue, blue sky where the robins play, They dip, dive, dash, and dart. In the cool, cool waters where the tadpoles stay A hundred little lives to start. So the blue, blue sky and the cool, cool waters, And the trees, the sun, the grass, Were all things that, without a pause, I hurriedly would pass. |
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