Summer's Tundra

Within this meadowed wonderland
I stop to rest near rocks that stand
above the tall and waving grass
to smell the sweet scent of times past

when land and man were unrestrained
and natives roamed, still uncontained
When the land was free and nature owned
each place that man called home

I close my eyes and picture this
a cabin built among the bliss
of bird and wind in harmony
that waken morn in symphony

of scent and sound and feeling free
and opening, allowing, see
the endless possibilities
of time within infinity...

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Take me home...