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Empty Feeders
Walking through the trail
Smelling fall in the air,
Leaves starting to change color
The wind, gently blows through my hair.
The children are enjoying their walk
We travel hand in hand,
I look for little animals
That God, had put on this land.
We get to the end of the path
The feeders are empty,
The squirrels and chipmunks look for food
But, there isn't any.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.5/2006
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