by Garrison Shaw
Green is the smell of pine
The color of prairies and peaceful pastures
It is good fortune in a time of distress
It is a tree bearing fruits
Green is the tall grass that waves in the wind
which peaceful serenity will never end...
It is unexplored land beyond feeble man's grasp
It is the heavenly peace we long for
It is peace
It is promise
It is home
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| Azaela Trail 2011 |
Garrison, my full of surprises son,,,strolled in this morning offering to read a poem he wrote in English yesterday. With his permission, I share. That Garrison...he just amazes me sometimes!!!! A little ahead of St. Patrick's Day, have an awsomely peaceful and joyfully Green Day! b
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