Floating over hills,
a mouthharp’s chords, clear beneath
sweet bird melodies.
Copyright © 2015-10-05, by Liz Bennefeld. All rights reserved.
It’s a beautiful day outside. Cool, crisp breezes appear, then disappear again. Also, the bird songs as full day awakens. All I need now are hills. My valley is entirely too large, and so I must make do with trees, shrubs and houses. Somewhere, though, birds sing their songs and morning hikers play the accompaniments.
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