December 1, 2015

Out In The Country



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I walk through the amber waves of grain with no particular place to go, through the great forests that serve as home to the animals. I look up to the blue sky and watch the clouds pass and change peacefully without contention. I haven’t got a dime to my name but I am rich in a more important way. From the mountains to the valleys from one ocean to another I wander; write some poetry here and there and paint the beautiful pictures in my mind to be treasured forever.

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