Before snow falls
I shall walk barefoot
upon nature’s pastel carpet
of fresh fallen autumn leaves
Just the right place will appear
to park my tired bones, and
soak in fall’s magic
hugging me tenderly
as only a grandmother can
And, before sun sets, just
beyond the faded old barn
I will smile, in warm adoration of life
And once the sun sets
and the moon rises full
I will say in complete satisfaction
I have truly lived
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sounds goo to me
in terms of both the action and the thoughts behind it
cheers
oops – gooD – not goo
apologies
here’s to sunsets and faded old barns
that’s gorgeous!
Shane: Thanks. Indeed, sunsets and faded barns; all parts of life.
Floots: Thanks. Too funny.
Goo, good, God, godet…all the same. Just words pointing to the reality beyond them.
Polona: Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Wonderful, Don!
Aurora: Thanks. Hope things are well with you.
Yep –really good!!
Dan: Thanks. And we both loved our grandmothers.