Valley Airs

© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.

 

Oh, Lord

Nestled among the Mohawk trails:

My soul absorbed mountain airs

Tickling ancient senses

As I peer heavenward

Releasing my spirituality.

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Lord,

My youth basked in its adventures:

Sour grass, 4-leaf clovers

Long-reeded grass jungles

Dandelion necklaces and such

Wide-leafed whistles.

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Lord,

Memories hang:

In cloudy closets of my mind

Popping into view to

Bolster my aging body.

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Oh, Lord, how green was my valley!