Here is some poetry from the White Mountains.
Sacred Places
by Robert G Parent
Go into stores
Restaurants or anywhere
Bring your mask
For it's required wear
Day upon day
Week upon week
Many months we did
I long for the natural way
A walk in the woods
Or even a national forest
To feel those energies
To hear those sounds
To see awesome things
Within a forest canopy
No masks
No cities
No negativity
Just beauty
Beauty we all long for
Come ye enter
The land of peace
In nature's sacred places
And re-balance
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