Elizabeth D Atkin


How the moountains call me to the place I want to be,
I yearn to roam through valleys and set my spirit free,
Discovering the beauty of the early morning dawn,
Being there in Springtime to see the new lambs born,
To feel the gentle breeze blow warm against my face,
The joy of being able to escape the human race,
Strolling through fields embellished with golden grain,
Growing to maturity helped by the wind and rain.

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