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A Question Posed To No One In Particular

Updated on May 26, 2017

A cabin atop a hill

In that cabin atop the hill

which upon a grassy knoll

I would end my Days in serendipitous pleasure

To read all the books not read

To hear the wind as it whistles without

Within the fragrant air of nothingness

I'd walk a trail that to nowhere leads

Ever cautious of nature as we doth share

To sit upon a rock a chair and stare at nature in wonderment

The snow capped mountain to see

In Gods truth, I do not much enjoy the chill

but all things in nature a place and so in this too I would

contentment find

If in Summer then to behold wildflowers colors bright and bold

Pretty forget-me-nots dandelion, jasmine, roses

wild onions, mushrooms and too!

Trees in abundance as shelter for the wee birds

I'd learn each one by name although

I must confess the hummingbird for me holds dear

If in the spring a mild chill rents the air

I shall happily turn my face towards and sniff of

The new leaves as they protrude from old branches bent with age

and perhaps a tire swing for me a long-ago childhood memory

I'd watch the calves on spindly legs

The fawn as on unsteady limbs

Rabbits and squirrels and a pup or two.

I'd hold those memories dear

And when at life's end with grandchildren at my knees

I'd regale with stories of adventures

And a love of nature that appeased

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