The
smell of fresh bark chips fills the air,
sitting
under the tree during a day that is fair.
For
it has a prime view of an area never bare;
but
is traveled with ease and care.
Pathways
crossing, bringing together the different worlds around,
the
pavement leading to the books that are bound.
For
the strut of heal and toe can be found,
traveling
this uneven mound.
Bounding
from side to side in the afternoon rays
the
black lab pup, tugging his owner down the way.
A
sudden stop to stay at bay,
the
excitement still willing to stay.
“Sitting
and waiting? Alright.” she says.
His
tail moving around in a sway,
so
many friends to make in one day.
Off
in the distance, an echo that expands;
the
voice of opera graces the library land.
With
fine tuned ears, one can experience this great grand,
through
the chaos of college life and man.
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