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Written for Stormy Lady's Newsletter and Poetry Contest |
NATURE CALLS ME The winds seem to whisper as I gaze out my window at the purple haze of the mountains, and the water below; a feeling of wanting fills me, I have to go... Out into the garden, wet with rain; This moment will not soon come again - Nature calls, and I hear the shrill whistle of a faraway train, as I pass by thistle. Walking down to the old willow tree, I feel only the peace and the serenity of this quiet place where time stands still, I love this land and always will. Countrymom 5/1/05 |