Summit Fever

Once
I used
To always run
Ahead, anxious that I
Would miss something and did
Miss many things along the trail -
Orchids, frogs, small creeping birds, serpents, lizards,
Newts, clusters of amethyst crystal, ferns,strange
Mushrooms, rare trees, leaf-cups of rain water,
I stumbled over rocks and roots,
Sweat streaming in my eyes
Eager only for hazy
Distant blue views
From the
Summit
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Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com

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