From my days as a young teacher in Plateau Valley Colorado.
The spring from which the wild elk drank
Was full of the clearest, cold water
of which I could hardly get enough
Especially that day
when I forgot about the confounding array of microbes
that inhabit and multiply in such places
And stuck my face in!
Not that I was so thirsty
Just to taste what they did
soft dark water
creeping down from the snowpack
filling me all.
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Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2003
Nice, Denny. Picturesque. Makes me want to dip my face in that well-remembered stream.
Your picture is kind of neat, too.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
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Your picture is kind of neat, too.
Leland
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)