Gray FleeceA Poem by SydneyPicture this. A gleaming lake, soft ripples where a fishing line bobs in the water. A rigid skyline of evergreens enveloping the placid bay. Silence delicately shattered by the calls of birds hiding in the dense foliage of the wood. And you, confident in light charcoal heather fleece, prepared for any demanding task. Ready to bring wilderness to its knees. Determined to astound the mighty Mother Nature. Raw but casual. Rough but sophisticated. Master of the elements, there is nothing you cannot accomplish in the wild unknown.© 2016 Sydney |
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