Waking Up In VermontA Poem by GlamGirlA typical spring morningThe bright morning sun, Peeking through the thick forest Around my house. The sound of bird calls, A sign that spring Is on its way. The smell of waffles And maple syrup Waft up from the kitchen. I smiled and snuggled deeper Under my warm covers. Waking up in Vermont. © 2011 GlamGirlAuthor's Note
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