Was a day
Away
The deserted campground -
The stream running
Clean
Lots of trees
Broken off
Probably from that last
Wind storm
Cottonwoods dead
From the drought
Snapped off
Up high
But it's still beautiful
And silent
Here
In summer the campground
Would be full
Of screaming, running
Children
But now
A hawk looks at me
Lazily
I'm too big to eat
The bird flies
To the next tree
I walk on
Not much water
In the stream
Not much spirit
In
Me -
I feel like
I'm fading
As if I was wearing
The magic
Ring
A walk in the woods
Does one some good
Even if
The wizard
And the elves
Put in no
Appearance
Today
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