Whispers Of The Painted Land Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
Whispers Of The Painted Land
September gold, a painted land,
Minnesota's bright command.
Crimson, yellow, orange glow,
Where summer's green began to go.
Fields alight, a vibrant spread,
Nature's best, before the bed
Of winter's hush, so white and deep,
While colors rest and secrets keep.
To walk among this leafy show,
A joyous, living, painted glow.
A part of beauty, grand and free,
God's artwork, for all to see.
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