Redwing Swamp by Paul Richard ferns, fronds, frogs, pollywogs dew fog, mist blanket, snakes just out, sun’s stove turns up spring peepers peep buds awake, sap ascends, fledging feathers test flight. These are all my pets. From Paul Richard: “ I've recently had poems published in the Writer's Newsletter in Great Britain. I live in Indianapolis and frequently take poetry classes at the Indiana Writers Center as well as participate in writing and arts seminars. I am a former museum curator and administrator. In my retirement I am a beekeeper and avid gardener and volunteer on behalf of veterans.”
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