Snapping Peas
She snapped peas
all summer until sundown
when wind sang through the oaks--
hoping he would return--
yellow ribbon, and all.
She loved him always,
yellow ribbon, and all.
Hoping he would return
when wind sang through the oaks,
all summer until sundown
she snapped peas.
(A mirror poem)
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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