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Raindrops on Flowers
By Don Iannone

Glistening silver raindrops cling
to pastel rose angels nestled
in patches along old County Road,
I'm happy the road is still unpaved,
Its originality gives me hope
my childhood still lives within me,
Wildflowers can be so carefree,
Even adolescently reckless
how they comb their hair,
Oh to be a wildflower!
We came here often as young boys,
Just curious boys in Martins Ferry,
Walking along dirt roads,
flirting with truth and beauty,
Seeing the world with fresh eyes,
untarnished by skepticism,
Receiving eyes, like those that
notice fresh raindrops on wildflowers.

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