Getting High
A cool, refreshing mist of rain
Bathed my face while I raced along
A beaten path to Sand Island.
The Day lilies and Campions
Smiled from their clustered colonies
As I passed them along the way
While Kenny G’s horn was blowing
“Forever in love” in my ears.
As I neared my destination
The stimulating rain ended
As did the saxophone love song
Ending my momentary high
Without the aid of any drug,
Recommencing on my return.
Getting high on life
Is a great alternative
All of us should try.
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