The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

25: Where Are You, Georgia?

Where are you, Georgia?
I whispered
And you answered me
I'm here with you, Gerry
Just look around
I'm in that tree
I'm in the wind that blows the leaf
I'm in that beam of light
Shining down on you
I'm in the water and the dew
Sprinkled on the rosebuds
And when you hear the baby laugh
I'm there, too
I'm here with God, my Leo friend
And I want to tell you
It's quite a trip!

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