Fields of flowersRolling green hillsSitting, wind at my backIn the distance ships sailSnow capped OlympicsNeedle tipped treesMoss covered rocksI spy a brown fox In the a field of brown grassZig Zagging in sync with a rabbitThe other side deerEmerge from the forestOut in the open nowGathering together for dinerThe sun, the warm setting sunSoon yourContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Lookout”