Autumn Walk
Sunward
I
tilt
my
head
toward
the
bronze
colored
brow
of
trees
and
fields.
And
there
in
the
quiet
song
of
a
cricket
I’m
proud
as
the
beauty
of
a
bluebird
in
autumn’s
town.
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Danny P. Barbare
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