Astride the rock
And gazing down into the blue-gree tarn
Where a mountain rill flows noisily,
And a solitary gull wings
Its lazy way over hill and vale;
A group of girl hikers,
Fresh as lavender flowers
And sweet as summer roses
Wind around the pathway to my rear,
And, with giggles
And smiles
Pass me by.
[The above was first published in A Purpose Strong And Bright; for related photographs click here.]
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