Aspen Glow...3/15A Poem by chuckLooking up from the forest floor a plane scratches
the clear blue sky a soft white ribbon paints the virgin canvas. The meadows are alive with buttercups and daisies and four white birch trees mark the center of the forest where the trails all meet. A small easy flowing creek runs along the path that leads to the old hidden cabin. A resting place for mountain hikers as they wander the ribbon of trails that snake through the preserve.
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Added on March 15, 2023 Last Updated on April 2, 2023 Author
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