The Sun Glistens

The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill

The river ripples round the rocks in its midst

and rapids just before the water falls

The boxwoods and forsythia along it shores have burst into blossom

The world seems fresh and new

as I watch a Robin fly low over the surface of the Saw Mill

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