Imagery of A Land I've Seen
By bdgrey
When roses taste the sweet air in the morning sun, Just for one brief moment, they blush and brighten. When the dew drop finally falls to moist soil, The red petal can hold its head just a little bit higher, As a gentle breeze catches its scent carrying it across the garden. Green stems with their innocent and sharp thorns, Grow just a little bit longer each day snaking themselves towards the sky. A light mist rises from the fresh and jubilant meadow, As little blades of grass sway in a peaceful zephyr. Mosquitoes come out from their night’s rest, And begin to swarm with their dearest of friends. The river below deep in the valley, Runs it’s pure water, fresh from the mountain, Serving as the centerpiece for all life both moving and green. This land deep within the Rockies, Fresh from it’s deep thaw, Is a land like no other where words can do no justice. The bluest of sky, untouched by man, And the cleanest of water where you can drink right from the stream. It is a place rarely seen in person, It is a land unspoiled that has been seen by me, And it is there where I wish to live and dream Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 04:35 PM PST 0 • 12
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