Saturday, November 19, 2005

Lands Far Away

Sweet smells go wafting in the air
A pleasant breeze ruffles the hair
Salty sprays are flushed with glee,
This pathway leads on to the sea

Thick green trees, a canopy grand,
A cobbled way o'er grassy land,
The murmuring leaves stand ashiver,
This pathway leads on to the river

Butterflies lead the way onward,
A gurgling sound beckons the herd,
Flowery the road as in a dream,
This pathway leads on to the stream!

Mighty mountain at long glance,
In still waters its reflections dance,
Lovingly bent over baby fond,
This pathway leads on to the pond!

Alone and idle by the fire,
I travel on to heart's desire,
Thru' wilderness my thoughts do run,
Over weariness the soul has won!

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