Birches are delight white
Their bark is a natural book
I have taken time to read.
All that history scribed by time,
Insects, woodpeckers, passing edges
— all there for anyone to read, free.
It is equally avaiable in braile,
Code, or just leaning and listening
To the leaves chattering.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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