Mars, Mars, Mars
In Sedona where the red rocks lie,
On Coffepot rock where My soul does fly,
Peace and tranquility not found elsewhere,
Nestled in my heart, are memories there,
To sit with friends on a rock creekside,
Twas known to all, no feelings you need hide,
Sitting there, my tears did fall,
Our wandering side felt natures call,
Far down the river rocks we ran,
Down the river of memory, we ran.
I don't normally rhyme,
just felt like it this time.
Tis my first post, Thanks to Nimrod the Hunter for introducing me to netpoets ;-)