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Sunday was the most beautiful, beautiful day. The colors on the hill-side as the sun shone down upon the trees was truly magnificent.
At a glance one could be forgiven for thinking it’s wheat growing along the sides of the hill, not fully grown trees! 32 more words
This photo may help to give a better idea of the rolling hills of the Driftless Area mentioned in my previous post. I’ll see if I can post a better photo of the Driftless Area.
I’m here in disguise You don’t see me for me For I am adrift above the boundaries of the endless skies Maybe I am in the form of a tail pipe or your wind pipe or perhaps a bag pipe Or I could be the play grounds or the dog pounds or those rolling hills or your sleeping pills or the cold winter air that gives you the chills or I just might be those frosted window sills that clouds your vision that distorts the images in your eyes Maybe I am the pictures hanging in the halls or the King’s horses standing in the stalls Maybe I am the foolish and maybe I am the wise or something else other wise or some other form in disguise Can you see me Can you see me through your closed eyes