Buffalo grazing lazily in fields of green
Pregnant clouds hang carelessly overhead
Gentle breezes tossing leaves of gold and brown
Spiraling down to the ground to become a bed
The Land Between The Lakes smells of Fall
Rest now oh fair weather maiden of Summer
Crops all harvested, fields now slumber
Old wood barns storing the labors of so many
Winter’s chill shall sweep these Kentucky hills
Elk roam deeper in the woods ever searching
Rolling hills that lull one to a peaceful state
At one with Mother Nature and Father Time
Ó Rose Limongi 2004
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