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Chorus of peepers Forms a backdrop for the chant Of a lone bullfrog

Old Fish

Old hands, new tricks . . .

They burned the witches To see if their blood runs blue Ashes fed the field

He keeps his nails sharp Though he doesn't know how come He spears fish with them

"Proceed with caution" Whisper your soles from the path "Icewalking's a feat"

Off the beaten path A magical pool shimmers Your heart knows the way

January's Sun Slips in between trees painting Peaches on the snow

Marooned on Snow Isle Adventure is a ride down Packed in the truck bed

Here is my sunshine Warming the snow laden ground A beacon, a hope

Midday creek glistens Fiery reflections glow Water's song is slow