Where I grew up
There is a grove.
I'm not there often
Visits are rare if at all
But I will always remember it.
The tall, straight, perfect trees
The still, damp, cool air.
The mosquitoes heard but never felt
The frogs feasting on the flying fiends
I may leave,
Go far away and not return
but I will always remember
The grove,
Where I grew up,
On a Farm, In a field.
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