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swhitby8
Oct 21, 20231 min read
Good Spot
Scott Whitby, 2023 You have a good spot you like to go It's above the water and below the sky beside a tree with crooked branches. It...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
Water
Scott Whitby, 2023 She is a loud river rapid and violent slamming again and again against the stones that can't hide She is so hurried,...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
a tree
Scott Whitby, 2023 I found a tree It had shade and fruit and beauty. It made me feel comfortable and happy. It shared all that, asking...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20232 min read
Purple Martins
Scott Whitby, 2023 Purple Martins leave their people every year to come here. One comes early then tells the others all is good, so...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20232 min read
A River
Scott Whitby, 2023 I walked along that river’s edge in the noon day sun. But, there was shade and it was safe. The path was smooth and...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20232 min read
The One I Mourn
Scott Whitby, 2023 Every Summer for the last six years, I'd leave my window open and if I'd awaken early, I'd hear a Summer Tanager sing...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
Fly
Scott Whitby, 2020 What does a fly think Or does it? Buzzing around Nobody loves it Doesn't hurt anything Just flies and lands But you...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
Tanager Can't You Stay?
Tanager can't you stay? Can't you stay and sing for me? So high up against the sky Sing for me for free Tanager can't you stay? In the...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
Clouds
Scott Whitby, 2020 What is past that cloud? Is there blue on the other side? Are there birds Or is that too high? This cloud is white But...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
A Martin
Scott Whitby, 2020 A Martin comes another Spring Searching for a hole just right Purple feathers, slick and sheen She follows soon, she...
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swhitby8
Oct 12, 20231 min read
The Tall, Tall Grass
Scott Whitby, 2020 I'm a little rabbit all brand new Eyes hardly open, I was just born Dry now in the tall, tall grass Drank that first...
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