The oaks locale was flawless , a songster mockingbird was in perfect pitch , her marshland retained - waters to exacting standards , her nutrient rich feeder streams quietly meandered The land drew me in with perfumed 'piedmont wind' Gods blue eyes watched over me from on high , faces appeared in marshmallow sky Water lashed the banks Pine trees reflected skyward in perfect rank Wild azalea , honeysuckle , cottonwood and river birch guardians stood beside me Tall brown grass danced , directing my homeward journey
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