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bliss, cherokee, faith, fearless, gravel roads, home, knowing, life. rememberance, love, truth, value
breathe
and I forever
shall keep
the song they sang
at my waking –
nestled in flannel
the old grey vine
that strung itself high
at the edge of the night
where waiting
I found
a moment secure
unafraid to begin
as darkness give way
moved by the coming
of morning’s embrace
to hold what was here
remembered
to sing
. . .
Keep singing, Bobbie. The poem, and the photos too, are magnificent.
Thank you, my Stephen.
Your poem and image chosen to express that poem worked for me in this work. Although I know , as you commented this to me in the past , there is no need to experience that both ,image and poem, presented combined must act synergetic rather than additionally. But it does for me this time. Therefore I press ‘ like’. You are entitled to receive the reason why for this blog action 🙂 very good Bobbie.
Thank you, my friend. I always love your notes……..for they tell me just how much time you give to the things you like. Thank you.
‘unafraid to begin’… soulful words Bobbie.. <3, always
❤ ever, my dear Jane……….. ever indeed
…a song in the morning to greet the day. ….xo
me