A southern glance to a blue silhouette
Delivers a heartfelt message:
Return home to the Ponderosa pines, to scents of vanilla.
Settle into the mountain valley,
Hike the winding trails,
Sit a spell,
Breathe in the earth’s aromas,
Listen to the mountain’s music—
Wind rustling through pine boughs,
Birdsong fills the air.
Watch shadows dance as the sun peeks through,
And wait for the forest folk to appear.
Deer grazing in a mountain meadow,
Chipmunks darting about,
And then, she emerges—
Walking with her cubs.
She hesitates, sensing your presence,
Time slows, eyes meet,
Hearts race.
She takes a step,
Then pauses,
Calling softly to her family.
Climbing to a southern exposure,
She rests while her cubs play,
Content, she purrs.
Time slips by,
Unnoticed.
Tales of a Family 