<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>California Landscape</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up close, the hills are tan.<br>Veins of dark oak fold to ridge<br>where cows graze, ensnared<br>by the glare of mid-summer’s day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you see how the wind ripples in<br>tawny waves rising to where falcons wait<br>watching for motion only they can see? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But beyond the golden ridge<br>indigo mountains rise<br>to pure blue of absolute sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You’ll see no movement there, <br>though I’ve heard how bounding deer<br>will pause and scan the darker shades -<br>and, hearing piercing cries, will tensely fly<br>away from the famished lion’s<br>flashing eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521346" data-title="California Landscape de Steven Federle" data-description="Up close, the hills are tan. Veins of dark oak fold to ridge where cows graze, ensnared by the glare of mid-summer’s day. Can you see how the wind ripples in tawny waves rising to where falcons wait watching for motion only they can see? But ..."></div> </div> </div>

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