Day 5, we were prompted to write a cinquain. I'm a day late, but still published. I was camping last night, and I found it! Run--tell Milton! Paradise Found!
On days
when I wash off
in emerald river tide,
the Sun becomes a blanket to
get dry.
The rocks,
where we make camp
along the river-side,
are ancient homes for modern tribes--
get high!
When you
hear the wild thrush
of everlasting surf,
let your mind unfurl down the stream
of peace.
Above,
eagles will soar.
Experience the chance
to stimulate every Sense.
Love Fate!
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