The Humpback Hills
The rolling humpback hills.
Fade off into the horizon.
Giving the illusions of vast herds of buffalos.
Roaming and grazing peacefully across the sun lite plains,
Over fertile fields of wheat and wild grasses stretching into native lakes,
surrounded by tall-growing bulrushes, And cattails gracefully arching
Into magical gateways, with every gentle breeze, your imagination
goes on a journey with mother nature.
Holding hands with the flowing rivers
and with carpets of moss flirting with the edge of the banks
And dancing daffodils that bend and sway,
over the grassy hills and dales.
With orange, yellow, and apricot skirts swirling around
in the summer breeze.
Copyright © Mike Porter | Year Posted 2021
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