The moment
The lupine and the balsamroot
The deer and ponderosa pine
The rolling green hills spread below
The tiny drops of rain
The scattered pattern, sunshine shade,
The buzzard soaring overhead
The baby 'hopper on your arm
The things you and I said,
They're fixed within my memory,
Like you are fixed within my heart
I don't know when or how or where,
But I know Who, Why, What.
Monday, May 31, 2010
The 30th's piece
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1 comment:
Wonderfully put!! It brought a tear.
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