Wandering Over Huckleberry Hills

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blueberries

Lying back in the soft hay,
I folded my hands behind my head,
closed my eyes, and let my mind wander…

I thought of the blackberry patches, and the huckleberry hills.
I thought of the prayer I had said
when I asked God to help me get two hound pups.

I knew He had surely helped,
for He had given me the heart, courage, and determination.

~Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

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4 thoughts on “Wandering Over Huckleberry Hills

  1. This looks like my new love – Homer, in his splayed, open, trusting mode. Can’t wait to see him someday.

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