Saturday, March 21, 2009
Mountain Pine...
The misty green mountain pine, the freshness of the morning air-Always after an early morning rain. The air is perfumed with the fragrance, of the early mountain pine. The grass drips droplets of water, pine branches slide against my skin. Leaving the "pine aroma" on me. I inhale a deep breath, i become as the mountain pine... Copyright 1979 (Minstrel Poet/Dorrance) by Mark Temme
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