- at the riddle...
Ezekial 17- the chapparal around me
I feel laughing,
We have had a wet October, the elven forest
and all its winter resting creatures,
feels laughing happy today,
as I mind fly over the old trail,
marked clearly, once you see the sign,
The Trail Less Travelled By -
you can see it, from Google Earth eyes,
if you know where to look,
but you can't feel this from there.
My forest, in these environs, is
called elven, due to lowly stature,
- no majestic trees here
my forest is wild, no trails not leading
to water, eventually, if you head downhill;
My forest,
if you will, allows us to see it extends
to Arizona, across the watered desert,
strange
there is no horizo, no line marking mine.
But desert coyotes come here to harvest
sweet-sour fruit
of little, red manzanita
loaded with wee tiny apples,
which coyotes eat, but barely chew.
- maybe we could package these//
It may be like that delicacy coffee,
roasted after being goat shat.
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 5:54 PM UTC
- at the riddle...
Ezekial 17- the chapparal around me
I feel laughing,
We have had a wet October, the elven forest
and all its winter resting creatures,
feels laughing happy today,
as I mind fly over the old trail,
marked clearly, once you see the sign,
The Trail Less Travelled By -
you can see it, from Google Earth eyes,
if you know where to look,
but you can't feel this from there.
My forest, in these environs, is
called elven, due to lowly stature,
- no majestic trees here
my forest is wild, no trails not leading
to water, eventually, if you head downhill;
My forest,
if you will, allows us to see it extends
to Arizona, across the watered desert,
strange
there is no horizo, no line marking mine.
But desert coyotes come here to harvest
sweet-sour fruit
of little, red manzanita
loaded with wee tiny apples,
which coyotes eat, but barely chew.
- maybe we could package these//
It may be like that delicacy coffee,
roasted after being goat shat.
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