I thought I would show some of the quiet places I walk...
Reflecting ponds both real and virtual...
Among the bear and the white tail...
Among the squirrels and ravens...
With the soaring eagles and osprey overhead...
Joined by the southern-bound, ever migrating geese...
A place where the slightest rustle of the breeze
Brings together dried leaves and brush in a symphony
of deadwood chimes...
Where the winded musicians know of seasons change...
Before the ebb of Hot August Nights...
These are the trails where higher powers seem unrestrained...
And where human restraint seems a possibility...
Echoed in the final note...
Sounding the irrelevancy of relevance.
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