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a gentle boy
tho no one knew
the path he must have made
wondered more than I
to why he came
with silver minnow leeches –
carved against a rock
slipped into the places
I remain
somewhere springs
an ancient tide
of endless crystal beaches
last I heard
the earth was come
around
to see your way
would understand
words I never said-
footprints glowing red
in sheets of clay
bide your time
take of mine
the reasons we remember
vine was strung from evergreen
as once I loved you
more –
penning notes
forever wrote –
to slips of oak and willow
poems came to rhyme
against the day
traded me the sunrise –
forgiven
us the night –
one more story
whispers us away
. . .
tornadoday 
Love the end……one more story whispers us away
Thank you. I think it’s that way. Stories define us and we define them. I suppose that’s all we can really hope to accomplish in our days ~ to leave our story such that others know us long after we’re here to understand. Thank you again, dear Naomi. ~ Much love, Bobbie
love the beauty of the rhythm and the words. The endless crystal beaches … I would love be be there…
Thank you, Dee. I feel the same. If my count is right, I only have about five weeks to go. I’m hopeful the white sand is already giddy with excitement. 🙂 ~ Love to you, Bobbie
I am left breathless by your words and their awesome beauty…i can only smile so adoringly!
I love that smile, Wendell…….. May your day be filled with joy and light. ~ My love, Bobbie