Afternoon lark

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The sky’s blue and endless

The sun’s high and bright

The hill’s green and gorgeous

The field’s vast and earthlight

The bird’s happy and twittery

My spirit’s pretty and sassy

In a scene of noonday play. 

P.S; I was reading a book this afternoon and heard a bird singing from the bough of a tree outside the window; it was very pleasing and made my spirit flit in a mind’s garden. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, which resulted in this improvisational little poem. 

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