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Goodbye World
There is an old rope hammock
Drifting soft upon the breeze
As a robin sings its song above
Amid the rustling of the trees
That crystal creek is ebbing
Refreshed from morning dew
As I sit here with my coffee
Watching frogs disappear in blue
Wild flowers all are peeking
Through the moss on the ground
As busy squirrel does scamper so
In hopes not to make a sound
In the distance there's a vision
Of a great grey majesty
As I hear the wind against my ear
It's as if the mountain's calling me
Perhaps there is a message
Sent now to this busy girl
Take some time and truly live
Say goodbye to the modern world
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-1-05
Drifting soft upon the breeze
As a robin sings its song above
Amid the rustling of the trees
That crystal creek is ebbing
Refreshed from morning dew
As I sit here with my coffee
Watching frogs disappear in blue
Wild flowers all are peeking
Through the moss on the ground
As busy squirrel does scamper so
In hopes not to make a sound
In the distance there's a vision
Of a great grey majesty
As I hear the wind against my ear
It's as if the mountain's calling me
Perhaps there is a message
Sent now to this busy girl
Take some time and truly live
Say goodbye to the modern world
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-1-05
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