Goldenrod
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Often blamed for causing sneezes
By hurling pollen on the breezes
Bees treasure these late fall flowers
Drink its tea for its healing powers
Considered a weed by so many
This humble plant’s benefits are plenty
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New Find
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She scours the forest for hours looking for flowers
Rains showers won’t dissuade this escapade
In verdant glade she knows something grows
Here she tiptoes carefully between shades of green
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Looking for something bright in the light that might
Delight, whites abound purples astound
No one’s around to reveal her zeal
She’ll keep seeking, fascination piquing.
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Field guide in hand, walking the land to understand
Firsthand, to embrace her place
In this space. From ants to plants
It all enchants, but her reflection is on connection
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Finally she spots unfamiliar flowers that dot woodlot
But cannot put name to same
Without shame she opens the guide, stooping beside
New flower trailside, knowledge expanding with understanding.
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Positivity is the buzz word
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The mosquito is annoying
And there is no doubt about it
Perhaps we can live without it
With my patience they are toying
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Masters of camping destruction
The mosquito is annoying
Being out I’m not enjoying
To avoid I need instruction
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Surprisingly they do some good
Repellent I am deploying
The mosquito is annoying
Helping frogs into adulthood
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I’ll think twice before destroying
Assisting with pollination
Now I say with hesitation
The mosquito is annoying
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(A Viator Poem)
Julie’s Hands
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Staring at dots some call age spots thinking a lot of passing time.
These I did heed, watching her read, thinking that she’d had hands sublime.
Showing wisdom that overcomes trials becomes a long lifetime.
Today I see hands before me and note with glee these spots of mine.
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(A Rhupunt Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 