The hills are forever rolling with it's dusty
Dirt roads, leading to the great hemlock forests.
Deer are grazing in the open corn fields not
Understanding man's intolerance for their presence.
Streams are feverishly overflowing
Their gold to nature's wild creatures.
Crisp, cool fresh evening air is delightful
And fills my lungs with it's purity;
Life goes at a slow embracing pace.
The blazing orange-rose blushed sunset leaves
One in awe at mother earth's splendor.
Like a clock, the earth is forever moving.
It's pendulum is man regulating, under or over,
Tilting, tilting until an equilibrium is met;
It assures us the arm of life is not yet broken.
Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kunkletown-road/
