Sunday, November 25, 2012

November In The Hills

A beautiful Spring morning of twenty five degrees
Made even more pleasant by a freshening breeze
The balmy air full of the buzzings of flies and of bees
And the birds chirp and whistle on bushes and trees
Through the blue and sunny sky just a few clouds of gray
So good to be living on such a nice day
In the children's playground children laugh at their play
Youth does have it's fling as some are known to say
November in the high wooded country a beautiful time of year
Utopia to such places has to be near
Of singing Nature's praises one never could tire
Her beauty the writers and artists inspire
Them to practice their gifts of creativity
To sketch and to write of the beauty they do see.

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