As I write this post I am remembering our dear cousin Sharon and family and all my other friends who are saying good-bye to a part of their heart. I hope you can find peace for your dear heart.
Peace it
hearing a turtledove's call in the distance
drinking lemonade with a friend in the back porch swing
having a heart that's ok with the world
walking barefoot along the creek
hear the bull frog crock on a summers evening
feeling the silvery light of the moon all around you
moonbeams streaming through your window
laying in bed and all you hear is your breathing
hearing a mother cow call for her baby
the hush that comes after a storm
watching a hawk soar high in the country sky
watching a sunset paint the western sky
fixing fence under the big blue Kansas sky
strolling down the ole dusty road --hand in hand with a friend
the old tire swing hanging by its rope in the shade of the old oak tree
a fishing pole over your shoulder and a twig between your teeth on a lazy summers day
The old Rugged Cross on the hill
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