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the mountains as they stand
stoic monks one might say
blocking the fresh,cold air we send
the valleys where they lie
lovely playgrounds
for our energetic breezes
so balmy and bland
the coast lines as they lazily lap
a haven for surf, bird, tide and sand
and then
there are the endless carpets of prairies
so rich and greenly sacred
with wild life and grain
beacons for the thunderstorms
and tornado rains
yet nothing compares to the
Gulf
so gridlocked by our massive
destructive almost predatory hawks
who clash to rush
in such a way
you call aptly enough
the hurricanes
our best and brightest
as we like to say
modern mini earthquakes
of the air.............................
(Sept. 28, 2011 443pm)