Fresh Memory Again
Thinking of dew in the mornings
Something cool with the rising African sun
In the shaded places by cliff overhangs and taller trees
The blades of grass, so many leaves, are bathing
And swimming with joy ...
And the sun comes with towels, as it were,
And before long, all green will be dry and hot –
A far cry from the refreshing mornings I have known
This morning I imagined life at the farm we "lost"
NOTE: all is well; shalom, shalom. Tell someone God is GOOD!
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2020
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