God's Country

Nature Around Us

The cool breeze flows

Over the Wisconsin River.

Gently blowing through my hair.

Pine needles crunch noisily

Below my booted foot.

The trees drop their tired foliage,

To the ground to become,

A patchwork of colorful leaves, that

Lay as a quilt beneath me.

There is a crispness in the air,

As day slowly turns to night.

The only sounds,

Are of silence.

That echo off the lake,

On a whisper of the breeze.

God’s country

Untouched by man.

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Edwin Robinette's picture

I enjoyed this one and mostly loved the "quilt" lines which were great!