Rocky Mountain Camping
Crisp cool morning, hot cup of serenity, fry up a mess of tranquility
Campfire smoke curls around the pines as it floats down like a high mountain stream
Left my old fishing pole at home, so that old trout can have his Rocky Mountain dream
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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