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Favorite ThingsSunsets dying slowly Over our rear hill~ Mornings first sunshine Upon the daffodil~ Due drops pearling A large spider web wide~ Between the trees Within garden pride~ Moonlight glowing Behind clouds on high~ All these things Bring beauties sigh~ Fragrance of blossom Within a breeze~ As breezes blow gently Among gardens trees~ Butterflies ever busy So early in the morn~ The wonderful sighting Of a mother and her fawn~ Robin sitting there Upon our window sill~ Within the mid morning hours To escape the chill~ The smell of just baked bred So fresh and warm~ The fragrance of coming rain Just before a storm~ All of these things Small they might well be~ How I adore them Ever endlessly~ Terrence Michael Sutton Copyright 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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