Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Pheasants on a Swedish Lawn. Living in Sweden, I was traversing a large city lawn, And to my astonishment several (Mongolian--their origin !) pheasants grazed. I knew my birds and which had been introduced where, But this unexpected visual gave me a start-- A start--manifested in this poem--that would never leave me: Pheasants calmly grazing on a Swedish lawn ! Does Uppsala really glory in all of its inhabitants? Frank Maurer 25 December 2022 1300 Hours