| My favorite place to be is in the Blue Ridge mountains and, as I post this, I am sitting on top of a Blue Ridge mountain pasture, gazing out at lush green mountaintops in all directions. Thus, my own poem about gazing out at the pasture behind my mother's house in Franklin, North Carolina, seems a perfect choice to share with you today. Though neither the house nor my mother are part of my life anymore, those memories always make me smile and I find immense comfort in knowing there are still mountain pastures where I can go to watch "the mist nuzzling the brown cows" (although today's cows are actually black!) and the fireflies dancing "like coy lanterns...in the darkening stillness." I am a happy girl at this moment; hope you are, too. |
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