Poem Number 19237

Sedona

^Red rocks and tree tops.
Tumbleweeds, flowers bearing seeds.
Birds afloat, destination remote.
^Streams secretly calling,
like the rain that is falling.
^The winds howl, a wolfs growl.
The sacred hoot of an old horned owl.
--The writings on the wall..
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^All that is above,
is all that is below.
All I never knew,
blends now with all I know.
^^Mother Earth,
Father Sky,
The land is beauty,
So am I.....
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very pleasant message with lovely imagery. ~ audee
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Sedona is the land with wonderful vistas
as is this poem. If you're as pretty as Sedona
you must be a knock out. I hope you don't
have arms like cactus or a flat top like
the mesa's of Sedona....~(:-D)=...cem
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The land is a beauty
To the traveling eye.
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Ty,
Sedona is pretty. as for me cem,
well I do have long red hair! lol- Kris