Out here where there are more trees
than people, out here where the pond reflects
the changing currents of seasons and days,
out here where the news is shared by barking dogs,
cawing crows, and cooing mourning doves,
out here where I can let my petty concerns fall away,
out here, I awaken, I look, I listen, I love.
JDG
I want to join you there, Joan. 🙂
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So tender and true. Thanks, Joan.
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One of your best.
May that special place ever be.
🤗🙏
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