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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
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Written for my little hiking trip June 19th with my sister Laura up above Lake Tahoe.
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