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Nov 2014
Early morning skien of geese,
their cadence marks the course.
They're headed for our pasture pond
where we once loved our horse.
They glide on in with silence now,
all sounds are laid to rest...
the final skim the surface clear we
count them with the best.
for sure as sunsets pass the tests,
Sonoma County is always blessed.
where great wines are born and the report of geese in cadence is heard.
Lou Sasol
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