The sun rose over the top of the hill;
and my campfire cracked and embers glowed.
As I got up & put the coffee on the coals.
I waited on the coffee to brew.I listened
to the river's meandering sounds of water and
the crane's whooping cry as he sat on the gravel
bar searching for his breakfast to come by.
I poured my first cup and lit up a smoke.
Then I looked across the river to see a buck and
a doe drinkin from the stream as the morning mist
rose from the water.
These are the quiet times, I thought, as I began
to recall my boyhood.
The problems of life just seemed to meander away;
while I sat watching and listening to the river that day.
If I listen to nature I hear God.
Reason for writing:
Peaceful times to share.
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