on blackberry hill for six days n nights, free of sound's clutter embalmed in all the hill has to offer, is where ray'd sun spears trees to ground, babbl'd crick's pooled bright, mountain air's fresh an crisp, seven sisters scenicly jagged ridge snowcap they lay, evergreen on end from ground to sky some rise'n in twist vertically, blue drape'd sky suspended white freckled high, gaze jus a while you'll see em go by, marsh'd valley below flora'd hue's painted so.......~