The scenic beauty of the rolling hills, of peaceful country, lulled by zephyr's touch, draws those who manage time away from bills, from urban clamor yuppies miss so much. I often dreamed of living far away, amid the pines and yellow aspen groves. I'd build a home with nature on display, a walk away from shaded lakeside coves. The chirruping of innocence, of birds, sing gentle serenades, massage my sense- no longer would I need a choice of words, a contrast from the hurried crowds' pretense. I'd take my love out on the quaint lanai, admiring landscapes and the country sky.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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