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Rain Song, Birdsong

©Julie Marie Hoey

ancient scents waft up

emitted from the loam

visiting the heart of Maine

tis here I feel at home


pale Payne’s grey kisses

Keoka Lake’s current

skimming hills—the tree tops

grace exuded; it’s inherent


drowsing amongst birdsong

enveloped in its grace

reflecting, simply listening

all uneasiness erased


rain song whispers—drumming

the loon’s call haunts

serenading serenity

there’s nothing more I want


Julie Marie Hoey is an award-winning poet and artist. On her first visit to cousins John and Claire Pendergast on Keoka this summer, she was inspired to write this poem.

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