Thursday, November 25, 2010

11/24

Briefly this friend and I speak, of being here longer,
Once would never have thought of staying but now can
Allow the possibility.

Neighbors, stop by, the sun shines warmly, dogs play.
We all walk mown pastures, shoot clays over stubble fields,
Help one another.

Through a day of beauty we move together, friends
Accompanying friends through all manners of passes,
Supporting each other.

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