Catskill Summer I rooted in the ground, a haze lifted off the years, a waterfall in my eyes, forest music in my ears. I finally found myself, not too late a comer. Fated for this peace, a Catskill summer Like the wild flowers that own the roadside bend, my wayward soul knows here a friend. I finally found myself, not too late a comer. Fated for t…
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