December 18, 2007


  • MY RETREAT

    When winter has us in an icy grip,
    And skies a grim gray,
    Then it's time for me to slip,
    To the computer and play.

    I hie me back to last summer,
    When snow melt was running full,
    And Fourth of July yet a comer,
    I stand in the sun and listen to the lull,
    Of Clear Creek,   see the ripples,
    With sun glancing free.

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    Ah,  and then I am free to be me.
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    I have a movie with sound on this creek at this time,
    But can't get it to load up.

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