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More poems about Trees.
RADIO BEACON
About a mile away as the
crow does fly
A group of important radio
beacons lie,
In bleak winter when the
trees are bare
We see red warning lights
flashing there.
A sign that helps us realize
spring is here,
That we no longer see the
beacons near,
Last night I looked out and
all I could see
Was young green leaves on
each lovely tree.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 18 May 2005