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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Oversleeping

Mary!
Come quick!
It is spring outside!
We slept through winter!
The air is full of madrigals.
It is April. Again!
The clocks must be set ahead.
We turned them back last night.
Where did Christmas go?
A white peacock floats in the sky.
Sparrows chatter on the grass.

Winter passed us by!
We slept through the snow
like bears.
How beautiful it must have been.
Still peeking between the legs
of spring.
We’ll go sledding in the fall.
Now, spring is here!
Picking up stones,
watching sea foam
top water off like beer, and taking
walks through the woods.

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