OLD PETER 



magic pattern, the woods green-washed like changing 

 pictures on a screen, and 

 bursting buds were leaves. 



By lightning strides Na- 

 ture hasted to make amends 

 for her lateness of which 

 she somehow seemed well 

 aware, and now I dreamed 

 no more, for surely I knew 

 that ' Nature's ancient power ' 

 was far greater than I had 

 ever thought. 



AM)KK CATKINS 



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