Dr Abe V Rotor
Trees by a stream in acrylic by the author
Softly the breeze came blowing, cool and free,
picking leaf after leaf from every tree;
each an event of the woods' history,
and the youth in me, in sweet memory.
Note: Try this verse as lyrics of a ballad with guitar accompaniment.
Or into Acapella for the violin or piano.
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