Magical Valley
The church was planted in a little green valley.
Facing a mountainside of solid granite.
With a splattering color of purple and red,
Freckled with yellows and browns.
With pleasant shades of blue.
That grew naturally into streaks.
Of marbled veins, stretching, and climbing,
It's way up and over the granite,
moonlight peaks and flowing down,
into speckled trout creeks.
Copyright © Mike Porter | Year Posted 2021
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