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Nearby runs a mountain stream, purified with crystal rays
Of sunshine, in the pines a wild wind flows downwards
Brushing against the thickets, oh what a beautiful country,
For which I dwell in, at serenity’s farthest edge of tranquility!
In this wilderness of spiritual wonderment, here I’m free
A wondering rambler drinking in the brilliance of the far off
Thunder, as a mountain storm breaks the hushes of the
Afternoon!
Let this castaway of reality dream forever, in this hidden
Valley of the timeless, never to I want to awake from this
Picture perfect postcard of the imagination, just me free
Float lost in thoughts of this paradise lost!
Eagles fly amongst white powder clouds without interference,
Gliding on currents of freedom, as the night crickets prepare
For their twilight symphony, and the wolves howl in the vast
Distance!
Oh here stress has no place, and the city life seems as if a myth,
What else could a soul ask for, but such simply bliss as this,
To know the call of the wild, and experience it!
At the babbling brooks head waters, I sit pondering just this,
As the wild creatures rush along a hidden mountain trail,
Lord this truly your country under heaven!
Amongst the stars I feel so small and insignificant, yet I’m
A part of this environment of splendor in perfection,
One signal note in the rhythm of this mountain lullaby,
Of simplicity’s musical chorus!
Within this cabin I do listen to the rheum of the rain,
It patters against the tin roof of reality, sliding down
Filling my imagination with the comforting sounds
That no matter what, this storm will pass by me,
And tomorrow starts another day of freedom!
Free falling into a blanket of stars, I’m as a 
Child again swept away in this world of fantasy,
Awakening to the glow of a sunburst, striking at the
Horizon, splashing it with the color pallet array!
Nearby a mountain stream, purified with crystal rays
Of sunshine, in the pines a wild wind flows downwards,
Brushing against the thickets, oh what a beautiful country,
Which I dwell in at serenity’s farthest edge of tranquility!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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