IN PRAISE OF WALKING
Aeroplanes see country
Like a checkered spread,
Rainbow-patterned, distant,
Covering earth's bed.
Motor cars look closer,
Road and town are heard,
Wooded hill and meadow
Scarcely say a word.
But to know the country,
Walk a blossoming lane,
Listen to earth singing,
Touch spring's counterpane.
By Edith Lombard Squires
Picture perfect days are few up here in Upstate NY. Get outside and saturate your senses with the day's beauty!
Hug & wishes,
Brenda
~~Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. ~~
Charles Reade
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