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ORANGE RIBBONS
Along the course I often go
a narrow twisting two lane road
lies a tract whose owner I don't know
bereft of even one abode
Country land not far from town
a mix of forest and fallow glade
years since any hay mowed down
there by men who scorned cool shade
Though unposted, I've not roamed this place
but I've every time slowed down to look
and think to test my halting pace
in search of a suspected brook