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Rolling hills
With speckled farms
A vast outreaching scene
Carved out slate
For roads to snake;
Small cities squished between
Antique homes
Some wood, some stone
With porches smiling, "Hi."
Outstretched brown limbs
Tinged green with buds
Tan squares of wheat fields, dry
Cornfields;
Goats and cows out grazing
Are always very near
Apples, berries
Pumpkins, grapes
All grow abundant here.
Colorful bark on
Trees, line cliffs
Ash, Maple, Oak and Pine
Forests, woods,
Rock and streams
An ever-present find.
2 comments:
hi val.. I know.. I'm getting ready to call mom now. love ya sista!
You do not know me but I follow your sister's blog and I just wanted to stop and send you and your loved one many hugs and prayers. Will light a candle in your honor tonight.
Many hugs, Tammy
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