Just For Me
There is a river running running, running just for me;
along a lovely grove of quaking, quaking aspen trees.
Inside the grove, a tiny cabin, built there just for me;
a fire within is burning, burning just to warm my feet.
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2017
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