Misty Morn'
fog settled in
Elk bugle, silence torn
The air, quite dense
I think it fells
Like pea soup, yes
Green single-wide
seems to blend
Into greener countryside
Walking down the road
gravel crunching
Silence re-bestowed
So peaceful here beneath
pine trees green
Like stillness bequeathed
A gift for granted taken
too often, true
Till life’s silence shaken
Makes one long for Still
a relaxation true
The thought, heart thrills
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