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The Storm
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The storm
has
passed,
the sun
peeps
through
As we step
outside,
all seems
fresh and
new.
The scents
arise from
earth and
flowers
Such
scents not
noticed
before the
showers.
For me
this was a
double
blessing
To see so
many new
plants had
me
guessing.
So many
flowers I
did not
know
And to see
them, I
had so far
to go.
This trip
has filled
me with
such
wonder
That
before I
fly off
into the
blue
yonder,
I want you
to know
that I
shall
return
'Cause my
heart for
America
now does
burn!
Amy Hollesley
© 2005
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