to be a bird flying across the skies in the desert
to be a mountain drinking the sunrise
to be a beautiful snake sunning my scaly skin on warm rocks
to be a warm breeze caressing dusty rolling purple hills
to be a pine needle awakening to the day on the edge of a canyon
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Wonderful! It’s like fresh mountain air, this poem!
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That’s such a nice compliment. Thank you.
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🙂
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What a gorgeous sunrise! I love the way the photo hints at what’s coming just around the corner to greet you.
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Oh it was such a beautiful sunrise.
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These visuals take you right to the heart.
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It was about 5 am when we were watching the sun rise here in Bryce Canyon. It was so so beautiful.
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indeed!
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Bird, I’ve always wanted to be a bird for a day! 🙂 –Curt
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Me too.
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Your blog is the only one I consistently return to, to read something I have read before. But I seldom comment. Bad me, I’m thinking. ☺
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Robert, that is the highest compliment I think I’ve ever gotten on this blog. Thank you so much for telling me that. 🙂
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Makes me want to be there too.
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Right?!
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you!
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Thank you for featuring this list on your blog. 🙂
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