Crystal A. Snow
My Adirondack Home - Poem by Crystal A. Snow
The beauty of my Adirondack home speaks to me everyday.
The picture of God's nature leaves no words I can possibly say.
The color of trees turn so fast in the fall with many memories of my childhood I recall.
The peacefulness I feel inside I can not describe.
My Adirondack home has made me feel so alive.
I thank my Lord for His nature and His Kindness toward me
A million dollars can not buy what I see from my Adirondack home.
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