My Summer BackyardAromas wander like a nomad,
A feast for the senses,
Sounds and sights surround him,
Holding off, stalking him like a curious predator,
Benign birds, lanky and lonely, loiter in the trees,
This world, supported by a soft green mattress,
Resisting the rush, hating the hurry,
Lounges in the watchful stare of its yellow guardian.
An apple escapes its tree,
So very close to him,
Now he closes his eyes,
Knowing nothing will have changed,
When he awakes.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]
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