Quail Valley at Chimney Rock

You are a sacred land to us.

Footprints through the centuries.

Sheltered below 

Meadow grass sweet smelling from the rains

Grows high ….

The quails hide to nest

Then teach their young the beauty here

Sniffs of air that are rich with natures’ perfume

Earth by the creek that’s heavy and damp

The quails grow and survive.