life

Tom Sawyer would be proud

Of the curiosity he shows

His wonder and discovery

A small rock he throws

Standing an looking

He thinks once more,

To collect another rock and

throws off to distant shore.

Dedicated to my Grandson

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I heard an owl outside my window
Breaking dark and morning flight
Then another answers soon after
Together harmony hooting quiet

A leaf is heard falling softly
Autumn speaks a gentle sound
Lagging song bird breaks the silence
And I am the only one around

Rustic red donned the tree tops
Top to bottom as they fall
Sweet farewell for winters coming
Leaving the trunk standing tall

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The sacred moments

A time of you

A cup of cider

A thought renewed

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displayed are venders best

My run was a different quest

I managed to improve my race

shaved 2 min per mile pace

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If you follow my blog

And I hope you do

I want to thank you !

Autumn has come

The leaves are turning

Covid 19 is still churning

Politics raging

Nothing to do

But vote, it depends on you

We will still wake

On November the 4th

We will still as people go forth

With a run and a prayer

And awaking to hope

Our people will survive and cope

Green and orange

River still flows

🏃‍♀️ Runners still forge and know

If we get up

And go on

The road is there

To make it a strong

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The old red barn

Has lost some charm

The bare cupboards

sound alarm .

As the day of plenty

Is now in the past

The smell of yesterday

Somehow still last

Handkerchiefs are gone

Crochet by hand

The tiny baskets

No longer stand

The apples still ripen

And the pears still fall

Mask are all worn

But not by all

Poets and artist

Will record this time

When people passed

And the need to be kind.

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Sometimes I feel like Heidi.

The moon and planets meet me,

chilly autumn air, crickets scream,

leaves are browning autumn seen.

Sliding into a Midwest home run

when leaves will fall against the sun .

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