Sunday, May 9, 2010

From the Pinnacle

Hawk gently flaps wings
Soar gracefully upward

Lush green pasture below
Nestled in autumnal gold

Grazing cows appear still
Flick of tail shows they’re alive

Woods and meadow
Yield to gentle mountains

Monarch dances about
Not searching just being

Written back in KY days atop the "Pinnacle" near Berea.

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