A Poem Written on the National Mall (April 16, 2009)
The Washington Monument and the Capitol stand tall at either end,
the clouds swirl by in the blue, blue sky,
and the carousel thinkers along.
The pigeons peck at the grey walkways,
the tourists with cameras click away,
And the wind blows gently through the green, green grass.
The cherry blossoms open to reveal pink bursts
The flag stands proud and ripples in the breeze,
and I feel at peace.
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