I'm off to
my mountain cabin
among the Quakies
and tall pine.
Rich beyond my means.
A fish pond is close.
Deer wander near.
I worry about a bear
or cougar coming too close
grabbing grandchildren.
I listen to the wind,
rain, and thunder.
luxurating ...
by my unfinished cabin
among the Quakies
and tall pine.
Monday, June 29, 2009
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