Carolina highlands, I love thee so,
Where, from mine humble forest perch, I spy, The colors of thy quilt in vivid show, And gentle woman seemingly awry, Free with flight, I glide to nearby twig, To find despondent pose and heavy sighs, Appearing as poor widowed goddess, Frigg, With song, I ask, “What reason for these cries?” “I see you there,” she says, “Do not mind me, I’m merely seeking peace from troubled ways, I fear my only option is to flee, As one and only cure for this malaise.” “I see,” say I, with ruffled feather preen, "For now, I gladly sit with thee, my queen." - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Chuck Steele
11/20/2020 06:49:10 pm
Excellent! Conjures up a great image...
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