Saga of Past

leaving Ulster for Duchess you cross the bridge the mighty Hudson only a few gallons of gas from climbing the cliffs bells clinging your waist eying the challenge of the Gunk ruffing it at night and a plunge in the morning to keep appearance swimming the cascade after a hike in dew morning light I left behind as I encounter a new community with hearts to embrace a lone bear in its lair waking a ruff winter in the streets of Brooklyn a telephone call is all it takes to rouse a lonely soul to join the rest of the world and contribute to the party of meals shared with conversation gilding the honey the span of comfort new under a blanket of warms as the bells in my head still rings the plunge in the lake.