Hiway 156A Poem by annie leedrive home
along the roadside, white and lacy froth of queen anne’s lace swaying gently in the wind -- bright poppies are demurely closing for night -- on a wire above a bevy of softly gray mourning doves queue up as if for choir, solemn and decorous -- eventide. © 2013 annie lee |
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Added on July 4, 2013 Last Updated on July 4, 2013 |

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