Misty Morn'

Misty Minaloosa 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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