[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.



In Hopes I Wait


It’s just a country road

A bit of gravel on mother earth
Leading down among the dogwood trees,
And around that bend at the bottom of the hill
Down by that field my old Uncle used to till
While I listened to the song of the bees
Another summer day to birth
In fate’s farmstead abode


Wind song whispers soft
Of that time and others long ago
And I remember the history by its path
Etched in every line and mark upon my tattered soul
One day I will know, one day I’ll be so truly whole
And never know again the pain of wrath
In the final silence of time’s flow
When spirits free do loft


WayzataJohnn

[Lady Jag]

Beautiful poem!

Morning.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning all you Lairites.