Like frayed cobwebs it moves across the land
Wiping out my view with its creeping gray hand
Cold and wet it slithers along so slow
Hiding the early hot summer suns glow
A damp cold beginning to my day as I walk with my dog
Pondering where it came from, this early morning summer fog
Is it something as simple as the weather, although it’s really odd
Or is it just simply the mighty hand of God?
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- Early morning fog starts to creep over the valley
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- Looking back down towards the east and over our fields the fog begins to gobble up the trees
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- Next… our home succumbs to its ever creeping ways
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- The entire lower farm is engulfed by fog this morning
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- The sun stubbornly fights to shine through
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- Looking up towards the dairy, the fog is winning the war with the sun…. for an hour or too… and then the sun, as usual broke through.
