Gifts Here sitting by my fire, I built. With my cup of coffee, I made. On my camp chair, someone produced.

I see Mother Sun, climbing in the sky to greet me and give me warmth, between the lodge pole pines. I feel the chill of a Mt. Rainer morning. I feel good, as I am out in the mountains free with Mother Sun and Mother Nature to enjoy their gifts for awhile.

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