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I will share some of my poetry with you.

Morning In Snohomish, WA

The morning mist washes over the Cedars.
Gross Beaks and Sparrows still doze in the trees.
An opaque curtain of gray clouds
shrouds the mighty mountain tops.
It is the birth of a new day
not yet licked clean by wind, sun, or rain.
Innocence and evil also lie still.
History with its many secrets,
a product of man’s fickle will,

waits deep in the ancient forest,
It is the birth of a new day
not yet engraved by men,s choices.

Patricia A Hare

7/5/2012