Summer Mornings In Tennessee
Summer Mornings in Tennessee….
I remember summer mornings in Tennessee watching the mist clinging to the tree tops, then gradually drifting off to the far hills.
I remember summer mornings looking toward the Blue Mountains as they stretched up to a bluer sky.
I remember summer mornings listening to the birds sing in the still, languid air, as they circled lazily.
I remember summer mornings long ago, far away in a childhood I can scarcely recall, but I will never forget the summer mornings in Tennessee….
I remember summer mornings in Tennessee watching the mist clinging to the tree tops, then gradually drifting off to the far hills.
I remember summer mornings looking toward the Blue Mountains as they stretched up to a bluer sky.
I remember summer mornings listening to the birds sing in the still, languid air, as they circled lazily.
I remember summer mornings long ago, far away in a childhood I can scarcely recall, but I will never forget the summer mornings in Tennessee….
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