In green meadows I was born, there toiled, laughed, played, was free,
yet lofty mountains haloed in high-noon sun
beckoned. Hungry, I climbed to stand at last, eager-eyed, upon the crest.
Thin air, rock-cold, assailed me. The sun had fled.
Below, nature unfurled its lush green wealth.
Where now the dream?
© Sheila Rogers
All rights reservedyet lofty mountains haloed in high-noon sun
beckoned. Hungry, I climbed to stand at last, eager-eyed, upon the crest.
Thin air, rock-cold, assailed me. The sun had fled.
Below, nature unfurled its lush green wealth.
Where now the dream?
© Sheila Rogers
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