The Sky
The sky is clear
The stars I see
The trees look tall
No shadows for me
I feel so small
The universe is near
Up on Green Mountain
The coyote cries
The bear are asleep
The moose they moan
The deer will hide
From a hunters gun
The duck are gone
Pending summer’s sun
I am small
The trees are tall
The sky is vast
I fall to sleep.
At last…
Sarah Sherman
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