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Strong Breeze on the Beaufort scale

No sound here
Of the sighing wind
Nor of the swaying trees.
A distant barking dog
Flying foxes wafting
In a gentle breeze.
But the house shifts
and doors creak,
a freight train trundles
cooking, dinner time lifts
the senses and far off
a horn toots
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2
About this poem:
Early spring evening

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Comments (2)

great slice of life.. cheers
southmiami4321online today!
Strolling along Sydney should be something enjoyable....apart of feeling the cool breeze in your proximities.SM
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