Blue Mountain
Swatara Creek looking south
The colors of autumn
Like all of nature
Ever changing
But ever always perfect.
The beauty of the the hills
Pasteled in shades of oak and maple
The warmth of the sun
and the ever slight cool of the day.
And the water so clean
smelling so cold yet so sweet
with it's own song that plays
eternal with the wind and the sun.
And a road that goes nowhere
And a bridge lost in time
Makes the day complete
To enjoy the wonders that abound.

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All images and poems are Copyright 1999 Anthony V. Seo