This colorful knit we share if nothing else has been my coat soen wit patches from wholes torn chasen the sun across the sky just to keep warm when times were to cold to cry. Leaving behind the cool shade under the trees that bared fruit and the river that quenches my thirst when in dry and provide a place to fish. Living water that lead me to a fountain of youth . A spring that never reaches its peak to fall . Flowers blooming on the moutiain side changing the scenery into paintings on the wall bringing every high thing low and low thing up to be seen. I have seen my own reflection come then go its seprate ways with a face of many men tall, short ,stubby and slim all putting on smile a refelection of arms reaching out for me that haven been around in awhile. Fadeing gradually worn fighting battle, after battle nows the path back home living to see another chapter.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 02:35:21 +0000
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