Winterscore ©
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Far from the crowded flock
Far from the crowded flock
Looking for the one tree
That grows out from the woods
Tall and solitary
An unobstructed view
Don an apron of space
See storm clouds coming or
Blue skies without a trace
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