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I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
Topics
- Care
- Environment
- Thinking
- Cedars
- Breaths
- Wailing
- Remember
- Modern Day
- Nature Walk
- Recalls
- Saffron
- Yellow
- Blessed
- Fall
- Worry
- Coyotes
- Modern
- City Life
- Relief
- Thread
- Trails
- Blood
- Brain
- Hundred
- Silk
- Sunset
- Dawn
- Peaceful
- Primitive
- Hiking
- Complexes
- Lakes
- Given
- Lovely
- Tree
- Has Beens
- Cities
- Return
- Pressure
- Forests And Trees
- Release