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. At dawn I walk onto the cool deck and look out over the hillside The new-mown hay lays in long rows, darker against the green stubble now. I wait to catch some hint of yesterday’s delicious aroma from the … Continue reading
, The morning drill is the same Find the pans, break the eggs Put the bacon on the griddle. All in the right, practiced order Don’t lose a step Don’t waste a moment Out the door by seven-thirty. , … Continue reading
The Crossing Guard The calendar says it is still autumn But this morning has winter written all over it Cold, windy, raw I scrape the windshield and head for work This time on the old road … Continue reading
Only twenty minutes Till the ride comes and the day starts and I am immersed in the flow of a thousand things one of which might really matter. . Twenty minutes to be alone and to think about what does … Continue reading
What ghosts there are in this morning fog Who hear the old music and sing the old songs Who remember this town in a far better day When men built and planted And harvests were great.
When the last breath of fog lingers still in the air and the sun starts to brighten the land everywhere I want the clock to be stopped and the mountains to stare. copyright 2014