Insect Playground

Hidey holes and pockets of flowers
Silhouetted with a lonely crow,
watchful of artists.
A jumble sale of geology,
thoughts, and passers by;
A granulated sugar platform
Of sandy grains and apple pie.

Abbey Tales Group Poem

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A Mindful Reunion

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Stones of Old

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