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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GROUP OF TREES, by CHRISTINE SLOAN
First Line: This is the place where the foot
Last Line: A long time under these trees.
Subject(s): Trees
First Line: This is the place where the foot
Last Line: A long time under these trees.
Subject(s): Trees
This is the place where the foot
Should step softly and slow ...
Where it should stop -- for here
One can stand below
Red-buds misty with silvery-pink blooms,
And eyes can look up and see
Thousands of white-winged butterflies
Clinging to a dogwood tree.
Oh, the flight of blossoms is much too swift!
Almost any moment now
Those white-petaled wings will lift
And flutter away with the breeze,
So let us stop here -- let us stay
A long time under these trees.
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