Morning, I swam
In the creek
With him,
On hot,
Hot days
Cooling off
With cold
Mountain water,
In the afternoon
We walked, the dirt road
Saw, red rocks,
Then waited,
For the mail,
Evening skies
Heavens illumined
With gleaming glow,
God's presents known,
Looking over,
Seeing you smile
T. Plotz
Red H. Valley
29 August 2018
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