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~ An Hour
With You~
Alone I stroll
through the forest glen,
Among morels in hues of brown.
They are scattered about here and there,
All over the forest ground.
The scent of sweet wild berries,
Integrate with the warm mountain air.
In the breeze a gibberish song from a Bobwhite,
Floats as he jabbers on without a care.
Colorful satin wing tipped butterflies,
Flutter within a meadow of emerald green.
While cedar and spruce trees out line,
As they protect the tiny ravine.
The rocks and pebbles smoothened,
By sparkling waters as they flow.
And as the sunlight beams stream down,
It sheds a golden glow.
Surrounded by all this beauty,
My spirit is revived and made anew.
And a feeling of peacefulness overtakes my soul,
As I look around at the breathtaking view.
This place is free for all to see,
Made by God's own loving hand.
Resplendence He has created,
With great care throughout this land.
Past the field of wild white daisies,
And just beyond Hawke's Peak.
Is where you will always find,
Serenity At The Creek.
©Elizabeth Ann Bushey
August ~9~ 2006©
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Music: "The Long And Winding Road"
Sequenced By Jack Hall
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