
Oh, I thought of my old poem...
A poem
Tigers
Strawberry Creek amost dry,
And yellow tiger swallowtails,
Butterflies,
Singly, sometimes briefly two,
Wander among the grey boulders,
And white alders full of new green leaves.
I've thought many times to just change Strawberry to Yosemite Creek. It's, it's thirty years old or so, and is about a creek in Idyllwild, CA. It dries up in June, much like the creek here is now.
"new green leaves" has to change, but it's such an old poem I leave it...
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