Parmenion Posted September 10, 2004 Report Posted September 10, 2004 Crickets calling in the trees, Seas lap at sandy shores, Forests rise on mountains high, Dry pine needles on their floors. Salmons thick in waters swift, Lifting eagle to the air, Bear cubs at the forest's edge, Hedge hides lion and his lair. Laughter round a cedar fire, Sires a clap and toast to more, Soaring spirits fill the night, Bright-red faces share their lore. Sit relaxed and take your time; Crime has no place here to creep. Deep in Mother Nature's womb, Soon safely sound asleep.
Xanthus Posted September 11, 2004 Report Posted September 11, 2004 Mmmm.. do you have to be an international traveller to stay there for a couple of nights? Sounds wonderful. Wonderful descriptive poem of an obviously wonderful place. Makes me feel like I'm there with ya.
Loki Wyrd Posted September 13, 2004 Report Posted September 13, 2004 (edited) Better watch out Parmenion, I think maybe he really is there with you... That flowed very well, 'twas a nice read--thanks for sharing. Edited September 13, 2004 by Loki Wyrd
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