Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Hilton Park

The sun beats down
From a bright blue sky
Water laps gently
Beside it I lie

Body stretched out
Pressed against a rock
Tune out the noises
Don't want to hear talk

A breeze passes over
An ant crawls by
The boats make waves
And birds soar high

Dip the feet in water
Splash some on the face
Wallowing in nature
At this quiet place

Then voices start to shout
And the trucks roar past
Not secluded enough
For the peace to last

From June 1987 while in southern New Hampshire

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