tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366501922740867312011-11-27T15:59:53.434-08:00Wanderlusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407902363175747813noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336650192274086731.post-49072874773766357052009-05-22T11:12:00.000-07:002009-05-22T11:22:41.516-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGf7MFELono/ShbtU34uI0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/G0GM9Pa4fcQ/s1600-h/DSCN1435.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGf7MFELono/ShbtU34uI0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/G0GM9Pa4fcQ/s320/DSCN1435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338715351149323074" /></a><br />I crave the mountain fragrance,<div>the smell so pure and sweet.</div><div>All day long I sit and dream</div><div>when I'll get on my feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>A vision of walking through the rustic glade,</div><div>seems all so vivid as yesterday.</div><div>Take me back to where I belong,</div><div>not to visit but there to stay!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336650192274086731-4907287477376635705?l=wanderlustcontinues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wanderlusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407902363175747813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336650192274086731.post-18266598584695234562009-05-22T10:39:00.000-07:002009-05-22T11:11:44.180-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGf7MFELono/ShbqjB7uqSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WwAyMJzvGKk/s1600-h/DSCN1394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGf7MFELono/ShbqjB7uqSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WwAyMJzvGKk/s320/DSCN1394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338712295829580066" /></a><br />Open highway,<div>life is made.</div><div>Not a soul</div><div>until the fade.</div><div><br /></div><div>Winding mountain roads</div><div>for the eye to see,</div><div>look in the rear view</div><div>and smile with glee.</div><div><br /></div><div>Musky smell </div><div>teasing the senses,</div><div>on this road to eden</div><div>with no fences.</div><div><br /></div><div>There stands an image</div><div>of a unicorn white,</div><div>imposing its presence,</div><div>what a beautiful sight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life in the open</div><div>is all i ask for.</div><div>How long</div><div>could this last for?</div><div><br /></div><div>There comes a time</div><div>in everyone's life,</div><div>your made to ponder</div><div>and choose what's right.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336650192274086731-1826659858469523456?l=wanderlustcontinues.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wanderlusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05407902363175747813noreply@blogger.com0