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the golden meadow / by howard c holbert

There`s a golden meadow surrounded by pines in the high sierras I often call mine.it,s a quiet place
far from the human race.i,ve sat in that meadow many times next to a mountain pond sun shining brightly
upon my face.snow capped mountains,aspen fare,cool clean mountain air.I know it,s not really mine and
thats fine,thats ok but I want it to be my final resting place one day.i can barely express in words what that
special place on high means to me.I try to put it in pictures so you might see.no matter how far away no
matter the pace.i,d still like that to be my resting place.I can think of no other spot on planet earth i,d rather
be or to spend an eternity,than the golden meadow surrounded by pines in the high sierras I call mine.

Submitted: 9/18/2007, 12:32 PM

Last updated: 9/18/2007, 12:32 PM
Printed: 9/20/2007, 9:41 PM