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The unforgettable sights and sounds and smells-- of--NATURE
at our front door, in Winona Minnesots, I was HOME SWEET, HOME, in the spring,summer and early fall, when I smelled the purple lilac bushes for SURE
I was Home on our Farm--in-- Rollingstone Minnesota
as a --young--boy --when the Country--air-- I did breathe, and smell
but the smell,of the neighbors pig farm, really --the--air--was--not--so --good --fresh --and --swell
The sights of hundreds of white and yellow butterfly's out all about in my grandmas garden
Really felt so, magical beautiful delightful, and heavenly a GOD-SEND
In the early early early morning Misty DEW
a wild jack rabbit or two three four or more, right in the morning , you would see them eatting the white clover, all, over, the bordering garden, and looking for a carrot lettuce or cabbage too
It was always so cool to see a Bald great eagle high in the trees, at the Mississipi river bed
as they were just looking for a -----snack, attack, treat to eat---and enough said
It wasn't very cool, to see an Eagle plucking a squirrel, right out, of its bare winter nest with no tree leaves for protection
when I saw it happen, I felt sorry for the little squirrel, and had to look the other direction
In Rochester Minnesota the wild Canadian geese
they are not really that wild and migratory in Rochester, because the near by farmers leave bountiful corn in the nearby fields for them, so, they migrate not to the west south noth or east and stay right their hundreds and hundreds of them, to all year long quak and fly around in very cool Vee, formation, and very --HAPPILY-- all year long--FEAST
It always was a sad sight to see
a dear on the side of the road, hit by a speeding car, and I felt sad and Bad-- hurtful--misery
Hunting never was my game
but fishing fishing fishing I loved so much the same.
The thunder, and the lightening sound and even frightening of a great grand daddy Walleye And Great Northern, Pike fish, jumping crashing thrashing, and dashing and daring you in the--Minnesota--fresh--AIR
for a kid was the most exciting beyond any in --COMPARE
The, smells of the Minnesota country side will, always be my pride
as through the country gravel roads you glide with dusty ride
At night the sight
of the fire flies beaming their headlights
But be careful when driving at night
when, a willd life animal, is glaring at the blinding car head lights
In any country road, it's always very sad for me to see
a, squirrel, fox or dear, possum, raccoon, that was hit by a car crossing the road, and died too soon, and that was always hurtful for my brother and me
The sounds of Minnesota crackling scary thunder
as a boy, sent you under the covers, way safely under,
The sounds of the, bird life in the Forrest, was a wonderful, special, private concert, in full degree
was just so elegantly beautiful, and Minnesota free
The crickets at night,
Was a screeching concert, just high pitched and right
The sight of the Minnesota sunrise
as a kid in the summer,we were already up and already at the lake to fish, so was no surprise
In my boyhood --HOME SWEET HOME--, Minnesota, the sights smells and sounds of Nature
So beautifully, in my Heart will Forever-Forever-Forever--ENDURE
By John d JUNGERS
31st of JANUARY 2018
at our front door, in Winona Minnesots, I was HOME SWEET, HOME, in the spring,summer and early fall, when I smelled the purple lilac bushes for SURE
I was Home on our Farm--in-- Rollingstone Minnesota
as a --young--boy --when the Country--air-- I did breathe, and smell
but the smell,of the neighbors pig farm, really --the--air--was--not--so --good --fresh --and --swell
The sights of hundreds of white and yellow butterfly's out all about in my grandmas garden
Really felt so, magical beautiful delightful, and heavenly a GOD-SEND
In the early early early morning Misty DEW
a wild jack rabbit or two three four or more, right in the morning , you would see them eatting the white clover, all, over, the bordering garden, and looking for a carrot lettuce or cabbage too
It was always so cool to see a Bald great eagle high in the trees, at the Mississipi river bed
as they were just looking for a -----snack, attack, treat to eat---and enough said
It wasn't very cool, to see an Eagle plucking a squirrel, right out, of its bare winter nest with no tree leaves for protection
when I saw it happen, I felt sorry for the little squirrel, and had to look the other direction
In Rochester Minnesota the wild Canadian geese
they are not really that wild and migratory in Rochester, because the near by farmers leave bountiful corn in the nearby fields for them, so, they migrate not to the west south noth or east and stay right their hundreds and hundreds of them, to all year long quak and fly around in very cool Vee, formation, and very --HAPPILY-- all year long--FEAST
It always was a sad sight to see
a dear on the side of the road, hit by a speeding car, and I felt sad and Bad-- hurtful--misery
Hunting never was my game
but fishing fishing fishing I loved so much the same.
The thunder, and the lightening sound and even frightening of a great grand daddy Walleye And Great Northern, Pike fish, jumping crashing thrashing, and dashing and daring you in the--Minnesota--fresh--AIR
for a kid was the most exciting beyond any in --COMPARE
The, smells of the Minnesota country side will, always be my pride
as through the country gravel roads you glide with dusty ride
At night the sight
of the fire flies beaming their headlights
But be careful when driving at night
when, a willd life animal, is glaring at the blinding car head lights
In any country road, it's always very sad for me to see
a, squirrel, fox or dear, possum, raccoon, that was hit by a car crossing the road, and died too soon, and that was always hurtful for my brother and me
The sounds of Minnesota crackling scary thunder
as a boy, sent you under the covers, way safely under,
The sounds of the, bird life in the Forrest, was a wonderful, special, private concert, in full degree
was just so elegantly beautiful, and Minnesota free
The crickets at night,
Was a screeching concert, just high pitched and right
The sight of the Minnesota sunrise
as a kid in the summer,we were already up and already at the lake to fish, so was no surprise
In my boyhood --HOME SWEET HOME--, Minnesota, the sights smells and sounds of Nature
So beautifully, in my Heart will Forever-Forever-Forever--ENDURE
By John d JUNGERS
31st of JANUARY 2018
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The unforgettable, sights sounds and smells of NATURE
The unforgettable, sights sounds and smells of NATURE