Sitting at my desk, looking out my window,
A brown deer, caught my eye, as she,
Walked across the far bank, of the fairway of green,
Under a white morning sky.
She walked into the woods, from my left to my right,
I am now looking through the leafless, trees, scanning,
For any movement, everything still, no movement do I see.
I am going out side now, to hit a few golf ball, and finish,
Cutting honeysuckle, off and under neath my juniper every green,
Another peaceful quiet moment, from mother nature, a beautiful scene.


                       The Original: Tom Maxwell © 3/12/2023 Ad
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