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Neath Trees I Sit And Think A Bit

Poem written while resting when walking around the Acropolis in Athens!
Poem written while resting when walking around the Acropolis in Athens!

Neath trees I sit and think a bit
As the noon day scorching sun
He who with energy was fired is now tired
And to rest he has begun.
Like as an Arab lot in a desert sod
At ab oasis stops to cool
So do I, neath a tree lie,
Obeying natures Siesta rule
And peeping through the canopy in view
The sunlight says hello
As it did on me, and will be
Singing on those who come after us from long ago.

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