Poetry is notice, and often it's thankfulness.
mighty oak still standing
in a quiet wind
breathing lungs lungs breathing
snowshoes on the clip
Happenings and happy things.
Leslie is knitting an item big enough to sit on her lap and keep her knees warm.
The Lord's promises are a comfort.
"Perfect," replies the Millennial.
"I wish it were so, thinks the baby boomer.
Mountain Biking in Colorado:
My lungs are popp'n. I'm gonna die, and I love it! Tawnia says so.
I will write for me and remember who I am.
She's a vegan girl, but if there's a piece of meat around, she'll eat it.
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