Map
A fireball red touches pine trees
Tiny flickers peek through gaps
Colors cast upon the low clouds
Never follow a map
What will this day bring forth for all
Will their be sunshine or rain
As the horizon slowly changes
Into lives can come pain
The day presented enjoyment
Our family time was warm
The meal shared delicious farm foods
Love fords prodigious storms
My family comes most Wednesdays..
If I am able, I prepare a fresh homecooked meal..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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