In the morning
There is a chill
In the air
Slowly I move
Outside
The sun is
Peaking over
The horizon
And the fog
Is dissipating
Slowly and
Surely
Across the dirt
Road
Is the garden
Deer sit quietly
Eating the
Snow peas
Thankful they
Grow so well
In the chilly
Weather
I think to chase
Them away
Then consider
Pantry is full
Canning is done
I will let them
Enjoy the sweet
Crisp taste in
Peace
Before winter
Comes again
Gene G. McLaughlin 2005
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