Monday, January 18, 2010

The Ozarks

Perched upon the mountainside
in a cabin with a view
of Beaver Lake below us,
and naught we have to do
but listen to the wild birds sing
and watch God paint the sky
repealing inhibitions
to let imagination fly.

1 comment:

  1. great bio, wonderful thoughts and whimsical approach in your poetry! gave you a link on a companion page to my blog The Social Poets: http://TheSocialPoetsFavBloggers.blogspot.com.
    You are listed under poetry blogs. Happy writing, love your attitude!

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