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Post by stephengodfrey on Jan 23, 2011 16:45:53 GMT -5
The gray skyline pinches the mountaintop. The wind blows lullaby sounds From the end of the hollow to my house.
Leaves scurry without a destination To a resting place mear me, To take up residency on my lawn.
The trees sway in the cold gusting March breeze, With a hawk floating on wings Strong as steel, but yet, soft as a fur coat.
Rays of light pierce through clouds laden with rain; Hoping to dispel it soon. But the earth does need to be replenished,
So the flowers can jut through the hard ground, To be a new creation! To be a joy for God's creatures on earth.
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cynthiacox
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Post by cynthiacox on Jan 27, 2011 17:49:29 GMT -5
Nice expression of the beauty in The Hollow:) Thank you for sharing~
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