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These round hay bales are a common sight where I live
I
at dawn
I wash my feet with dew
the longest day
at dawn
the sun comes through the window
too bright to look at
I wash my feet with dew
perhaps I am still dreaming
I walk to the yard
the longest day
the too-warm sun of summer
I retreat indoors
II
at dawn
the sun comes through the window
too bright to look at
at dawn
much of the world awakens
though some hide away
the sun comes through the window
too bright to remain asleep
burning fiery orb
too bright to look at
I attempt to ignore it
I begin my day
III
I wash my feet with dew
perhaps I am still dreaming
I walk to the yard
I wash my feet with dew
before the sun burns it off
on grass blades still damp
perhaps I am still dreaming
I would be afraid to walk
unshod on this ground
I walk to the yard
trying to plan the future
what will I grow here?
IV
the longest day
the too-warm sun of summer
I retreat indoors
the longest day
I have many things to do
always stay busy
the too-warm sun of summer
makes me hide inside the house
sun scorching the earth
I retreat indoors
maybe when the evening falls
venture out again
~cie~
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II
at dawn
the sun comes through the window
too bright to look at
at dawn
much of the world awakens
though some hide away
the sun comes through the window
too bright to remain asleep
burning fiery orb
too bright to look at
I attempt to ignore it
I begin my day
III
I wash my feet with dew
perhaps I am still dreaming
I walk to the yard
I wash my feet with dew
before the sun burns it off
on grass blades still damp
perhaps I am still dreaming
I would be afraid to walk
unshod on this ground
I walk to the yard
trying to plan the future
what will I grow here?
IV
the longest day
the too-warm sun of summer
I retreat indoors
the longest day
I have many things to do
always stay busy
the too-warm sun of summer
makes me hide inside the house
sun scorching the earth
I retreat indoors
maybe when the evening falls
venture out again
~cie~
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Ghost town Grover and Cactus Clem have a poem they want to share too.
A cactus man like Cactus Clem
Thinks the heat just can't be beat
He don't mind when it gets toasty
He even walks around in bare feet
A ghost like Ghost Town Grover
Tends to prefer the shade
He likes to sit underneath the old tree
Just sippin' lemonade
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notes
notes
The original Haiku for the Troiku Army was written by © Yozakura (1640-1716).
at dawn
I wash my feet with dew
the longest day
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