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TITLE: Serenity By Sharon Jones 06/21/06 |
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The stream glistened
as it ebbed
it’s way down the gentle
flowing mountainside.
The deer foraging
for a tender blade of grass
in the wintry snow pack.
Unaware but sensitive
to it’s surroundings.
The elk herd
moves slowly
but steady
to find its next
grazing ground.
Across the fallen trees,
matted with lush
green moss.
Moving without a sound
like a soldier
trying not to be seen
or heard.
Quiet serene.
The eagle flies
high above
the trees.
Soaring
with wings spread
to infinity.
Raccoons come to me
begging for a little treat
that becomes a meal.
They take the food
from my hands
watching anticipating
a sudden move.
I talk to them
In a soothing voice
so as not to disturb
the serenity of the land.
They are my friends.
They are my soul.
They are my secret.
We long for peace
serenity
and the right to exist
without the damaging
power of humans.
We are one…
By: Sharon Jones
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