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The Hole In The WallThe copper sphere, blinks and then sets behind the lavender clouds in the evening sky. A light breeze blows the remaining scarlet leaves from the old oak standing so high. As the mystery of the night approaches and the cool Autumn air drifts like an Angel mist cross the low lying valley….at last, tranquility abounds. The call of the lonely whippoorwill echoes from the forest of these windy Ozark hills. The secretive night owls, hoots and hoots his melancholy call to his mate on the old rock wall. A white tail deer cautiously grazes, with her spotted fawn near by, as a covey of quail flush and take to the early evening sky. The night hawk appears in search of its prey, a sure sign to the end of another Autumn day. All is calm…as time stands still at the "Hole in the Wall." My home… My final destiny… My all! Jackie R. Kays © 9/20/06 Vote for this poem
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