Connie Yost

Rookie (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

The Best Things - Poem by Connie Yost

Sometimes, when my day is briefly still,
I wander over green and rolling hill;
There white pine whispers and acorns grow,
Beech trees stretch out leafy and low;
I rest for a moment and suddenly find,
The best things always bring you to my mind.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013


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