My favorite places I recall
While camping when I was small
made no sense to those who'd grown tall
they could no longer hear their call.
It's the large granite stones I'd seek.
Down the hill by the creek,
I'd feel most timid and meek
But I'd run for the chance to lay down my cheek-
Sun drowned warmth would spread
and dissolve all the weary dread
as I gently lay down and quiet my head.
I'd listen to the granite mounds
empowered by the strength and sound
energy given - it abounds!
strength of the ages all around.
- Janey 6/2011
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