Carriage rambles on the old stone bridge
We use to swim in that creek
Straw grass of summer
McCurry’s old apple orchard still there
Ribbons and bows
Toy boats
Be careful of the bees
Clouds amidst the azure innocents
Shopping at farmer markets, organic
Chickens grazing by grandmas farm yard
Hate GMO’s
The oldies station
A garden, a porch, a fireplace
Sick of terrorism and politics
The world has changed beyond cliché
Fresh country air without air conditioning
We meet again at another funeral
Time slows down on old roads
Your smile still has angels
Divorced and free, I can love again
Kids grown
I ask you for lunch
We both agree
The future is behind us
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