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Our Own Style

I riffle through memories of days gone
    Like a junkyard of photo boxes
        When viewing the past again sees the dawn

Of course, my favorite time it surely must be
    Living in my GMC van conversion
         Just my big Chesapeake dog, Cody and me

Gave up the rent and then gave up the job
    Pursued a life of the struggled artist
         Wanted to do what makes my heart throb

See new mountains and see new skies
    Every night a new front door
         See the world through different eyes

Expand my wings with my artists hands
    New teachers mold a seeking mind
         Make new friends across the wander lands

Those happy days with my very best friend
    From Alaska to the New Mexico dirt
         Excited as we looked around each wide bend

My dog and I lived the miles for 3 years and awhile
    Hiked winding trails and swam the lakes
         Many memories we happily made with our style
written:  10-5-2019

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/6/2019 7:23:00 PM

You have re-ignited the wanderlust in the cobwebs of misty memory. Thanks, Jeanne. This is great. Warmest wishes, Gershon

Jeanne Mcgee
Date: 10/6/2019 9:38:00 PM

After my cancer I remember thinking, "what was the happiest time in your life?" And this was it... so I wanted to recreate it somehow and now travel to places to buy for my gallery...though don't have to rough it so much like I used to, you should see me lugging my duffels down small alleys to catch a tuk tuk to catch a van to get to the airport...sometimes I think I'm nuts...lol...I'm grinning all the way.