I go to this place,
Where beauty surrounds me like a beacon,
That shines,
A testimony to all God's creations,
I can walk to class,
With the ducks and geese,
Surrounded by firs,redbuds, dogwoods, Sequoia's,
Manzanita's,
More than building names,
They are the tree's that surround
That building,
And some ask why I go here?
Why do they think?
January, 29,2004
Michelle R Kidwell