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!