20 Friday Sep 2013
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bliss, connection, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, poetry, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wonder
old dogs
and fly away
above my purple dawn
dusted now
your feathers
with a song
bend me down
the fence
and let me run
silent as the dew
is left
kisses
on the lawn
Inspired by the morning drive.
. . .
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What an exhilirating morning drive that must have been, Bobbie! Love the thought of the dew as kisses on the lawn. Love, Dee
It was (is). I’m quite certain, it would be tempting to give into the anxious apprehension of work or traffic. Some days, I do…….. but most, I watch for that place on the way where the old grey dog walks (sometimes right down the middle of the road)……..and where the geese seem to cry loudest. It is…….. Thank you, Dee. I carry you with me, friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Lovely words and picture. Xxxx
You’re an angel, dearest Jane. Thank you for seeing into the depths of me. ~ Love you ever. ~ Bobbie