Sierra Hill Seuss
4 May, 2008
Author: Puppet
Clusters, green clusters,
A velvet-fur hill,
Geometry tree
Stands crazily still.
“Tricking-tide-trait,”
The crickets all chirp,
As the Navajo sky
Gives a blue-cloudy burp.
------- Author's Notes -------
A cute little poem I wrote while sitting out in the middle of the beautiful Northern Californian mountains, blazed out of my mind. I shouted this lyrical thing to the valley below before coming up with the idea to write it down. |
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