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I long
for a
morning
mountain,
as I
take my
pen in
hand...
and try
vainly
to
capture
the
wonder,
the
beauty
on
paper,
and
then...
I'd love
to just
hear a
faint
trickle
of a
little
meandering
stream,
that
tickles
my ears
with
it's
music,
and
teases
the sun
with
it's
gleam.
Then I'd
love to
be
perched
on some
clover,
so soft
and cool
to my
cheek,
with
blue sky
above to
caress
me,
beside
that
frolicking
creek.
Denise
Lanford
used
with
permission
pokeyofthecove2@bellsouth.net
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