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I met a flower, not a rose
but beautiful just the same..
I took claim as my own, and held it to my heart
leaving its presence where it was found – to breathe
the light of day…..
Climbing further up the trail to find things lost
I reached a summit – far from home and pondered
why I came….
And hearing the snow beneath my feet whispering
its last goodbyes– I saw the lake velvet and blue
beneath a royal blue sky….
Listening in silence I heard the heart of mountains
that have forever beat with time,
and I thought of  the flower I had met, claimed within my soul
and no not rose it will ever be
but beautiful just the same…..
bkmackenzie  2010
Written for my little hiking trip June 19th with my sister Laura up above Lake Tahoe.