Some have said that Poetry-
'Tis a Science...
Where words are layered and connected-
Together-
Like our bones-
A comparative anatomy-
With embellishments-
Similar to marbalized stones...
Living close to the sod and moss-
Nary a word or even its loss-
Usually i am lead into the dale-
Where nature grows flower 's-
Underneath its green veil-
And live out their youth-
In the Spring-
With Summer in between-
With a science to it all-
Dying come the Fall...
Dedicated To: Broomfield, Co.
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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