My Neighborhood
At around a quarter passed 6AM from the 2nd floor window,
I inhaled a most lovely view. So, I had to exhale and share with you.
My eyes beheld the canopy of blue so clear, pristine, and free of all clouds.
All around, I was enraptured with a view of trees as far as I could see.
Just inside the border of green trees was a rail line and also highway 49.
As I took in this spacious panorama of quiet and tranquility, with poise, I paused. It was a beautiful fence of green, a natural encasement planted by the hand of God. Inside that picturesque blue and green were crop-lands of brown, drying from multiple rains. These fields of future grains of beans and corn lie still, fixed in time, awaiting their turn, as at times, we must.
On an electric line, there sits a black bird that I often see who seems to lite there so faithfully. Breath in this scene
my friends and salivate these moments with me.
As an old TV host used to say to your kids and mine, "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood". And as a great newscaster said every night as he signed off, "That's the way it is.....". I hope things are well in your neighborhood, and I pray that things go well for you today. I just wanted to let you know before I go. In my neighborhood, 'That's the way it is on Wednesday,
04/27/22, at 6:57AM.
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