Traveling from Samford to Lake Champlain.
From Bar Harbor to Deleware Gap.
From Niagara Falls to Cadillac Mountain.
And, fresh breezes everywhere.
Watching Bald Eagles soaring above.
Seeing buzzards seeking prey.
Seeing turtles jumping from stones.
And, fresh breezes everywhere.
Climbing short pathways to the sandy beach.
Hearing the sea lap against the shore.
Hearing gulls and terns yapping for food.
And, fresh breezes everywhere.
Smelling fresh hay being cut in the fields.
Touching the petals of heather on the hills.
Touching dragonflies with my hair and skin.
And, fresh breezes everywhere.
I love New England's breezes in my mind.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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I too love New England breezes...
ReplyDeleteMy son and I have the same sensibilities...we are related in spirit, too!!!!
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