A Pard, A Sward

I stood before a valley,
And set my eyes free.
It had caught something grassy
And made it jumped and flee.

It landed upon a green sward.
Refreshing indeed!
It crawled over there.
It found something a pard
To help not sear
Its new found land Sward.

Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2007-09-08 at 15:25

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