My Backyard Poem by Janie Wassler
My Backyard
My backyard, a pastoral song
Robins, sparrows, mocking birds and robins
Gently guide through this Eden
The dog gestures black against the green green grass
Except for the birds it is so serene, so still, so tender
I stop and listen to the song
Transcending the place, the home, the children
And suddenly God is here
Touching me
In my own backyard
Sometimes there truly is no place like home! Great visuals this little piece invokes!
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4/19/2024 10:53:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
God's appearance nice and beautiful poem