An antlered deer bounds to sheltering trees.
A doe and spotted fawn graze lush meadows.
Seeking sylvan sanctuaries of peace
in our youth, we find the hidden hollows.
We view mountain vistas in morning mist,
green valleys and winding river below.
Ravens glide on updrafts in sky-blue bliss,
silent above an ancient hemlock grove.
We descend a steep trail beside a stream,
water music echoes through the forest.
At journey’s end, the waterfall of dreams
is singing the “Hallelujah Chorus”!
My dreams now play reruns of old memories,
of blue mountains and green river valleys.
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