for HEIDI
May your Autumn Harvest fill all your bushels
with ease, a surplus of fruitful wonders to de/
lightfully please your lovely soft feet
and those double sweet knees
as you hike up your hills and penetrate each valley,
may the grace of ten saints rest on your lap,
uplift your spirits and whisper tall tales
as you silently nap in your hammock with
hair blowing mischievous twins christened
surplus and ease
and deliciously swing sway in the waft of a breeze….
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