I sit here on the writer’s perch,
Eyes fixed at the wooded edge.
There a vigorous brook flows by
To quench a thirsty sedge.
The scene is but a poem
Deftly drafted from above,
With masterful strokes of genius,
Wrought with a Godly glove.
That it be my good fortune
To behold this inspired scene,
Hewn in perfect detail
In all the shades of green.
That I might humbly muster
Proper thanks for what I see.
To nurse the view before me
And guard its majesty.
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— Pete Tucker
December 2019
Thank you, Pete, for this beautiful poem.
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