Sunlight slants
Sunlight slants
Through a red pine grove:
The shrike's shriek.
Worms wend their weary way
And a hundred birds
look for lunch in the worm-eaten grass.
A solo fisher soars and then falters;
Falls into the oxean, and
Rises again.
“It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.” - last lines of Charlotte's Web
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