We used to have a huge open area here surrounding a seminary. The church wanted the cash more than the land, and alas, they sold nearly all of it to a developer. Now a subdivision stands where the trees, a creek, some ponds, and a cave once beckoned. Your poem brings that back to me. So sad. Don't worry. I was going to enter, even without the clarification. I'm just a class A procrastinator. ;-) jon

 
~jon
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