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As a little Girl,
I remember hearing the Thunder come.
It was as if the Feet of a Giant
were making their way across the Land.
I could feel
those Footsteps
reverberate in the Land and in Me.
About a half hour ago,
I began to hear those same Footsteps.
The Giant is closer now.
I can feel Him
waving his Arms in the Sky.
I can feel the Rolling
even through these Keys.
Blueberry Pickers
have descended on the South Lawn.
They are picking faster now.
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Glinda Crawford, 2010
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