Thursday, August 20, 2015

Quiet


Solitude

Alone, except for
two Irish setters, rooster crowing nearby
fruit, bread, water
occasional aircraft overhead
far off sounds of tractor, mower, chainsaw
the breeze

bed
Bible, portions of several books
journal

glimpses of butterfly, hummingbird, deer

my thought, my requests, my thanksgivings
soreness of shoulder still reminding me of another day






My Friend Bill

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