*The sky is blue white swirl toothpaste
The afternoon sun has a glowing smile on it's face
Backcountry radiates from gold to forest
green , wind dancers cheer and ruminate over
a living , breathing scene
A butterfly is bound for points east , blackbirds
whisk the windsong dreams
Angus herds booga-lah-dooga-lah the stair step
meadow , a tickled Titmouse chirps in the October shadow*
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
*The sky is blue white swirl toothpaste
The afternoon sun has a glowing smile on it's face
Backcountry radiates from gold to forest
green , wind dancers cheer and ruminate over
a living , breathing scene
A butterfly is bound for points east , blackbirds
whisk the windsong dreams
Angus herds booga-lah-dooga-lah the stair step
meadow , a tickled Titmouse chirps in the October shadow*
Copyright October 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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