Summer Mornings In Tennessee

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    Summer Mornings In Tennessee

    Summer Mornings in Tennessee….

    I remember summer mornings in Tennessee watching the mist clinging to the tree tops, then gradually drifting off to the far hills.

    I remember summer mornings looking toward the Blue Mountains as they stretched up to a bluer sky.

    I remember summer mornings listening to the birds sing in the still, languid air, as they circled lazily.

    I remember summer mornings long ago, far away in a childhood I can scarcely recall, but I will never forget the summer mornings in Tennessee….


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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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