Hat Creek Calling

The Rippling of the water gently rolling by
Speaks to the feelings of a voice deep inside.

A crying of an Osprey as he flies to his nest
Plays upon your heartstrings and gives a tug
to your breast.

A row of geese parading on a bank of velvet green
Talking to each other, stopping only just to preen.

Summer storm is brewing on the whisper of a breeze
Makes you stop and feel the wonder and give thanks
upon your knees.
*******Juanita, 7-4-00*******