Almost MissedA Poem by ValentineOlder write from when I lived in the Ozark Mountains.
"Almost Missed"
Looking out over the windswept hills, A light breeze blowing but all seems still. Sun and shadow tracing the ground, As the golden light passes and touches down. Off on a high hill a wing spread hawk takes flight; Soaring over knoll and valley, a wondrous sight. Seeking its prey, it quickly...swoops down, Eyes bright and piercing...it circles around. Watching all of the different...shades of green, Turning in color, as the sun's light is seen. Then slowly darkening...as the shadows pass, One of God's paintings that for centuries will last; So many times in passing...this sight was missed; But there is awe in silence...part of nature's bliss. Valentine © 2016 ValentineReviews
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