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Yonder Woods
In yonder woods,
She wends her way,
To early welcome,
Each new day.
She teases dew drops,
Talks to trees,
Plays with branches,
Bathes in breeze.
Smiling echoes,
She senses strong,
As she slow ambles,
Deep in song.
The morning sun,
So warms her heart,
Each beam of magic,
Gives new start!
Joy Weare.
21st August, 2004.
Yonder Woods
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