Mingus Creek poetry

Standing next to a rushing stream in the Great Smoky Mountains Park I jotted down a poem in a “diamont” style. Nature calls me to observe her constancy amid my sanguinity.

Mingus trail stream
White rushing
Flowing unaware alluringly
Beckoning me to wilderness
Free purposeful refreshing
Journey’ s inspiration

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