Thursday, August 9, 2012

Tending Home...

my photo SF
my photo SF
Photo by Ellen Dobie
my photo SF
The repeating soothe of the whispered tune
Thinking of forever changes and passing winds
Papa died smiling, he sang
Wishing for wishing wells
And running fields into fairy tales
The part of me that still sings
God is good

I think of you
And I imagine me
And I remember passing times and old nursery rhymes
Feeling shift makes me want to drift
Into a pretend house to tend
And I understood

I hold you up, dear friend
You must work your way to yourself
Don't you see the struggle I bare in these bones?
South Georgia
I've never been down South
And he sang, in Sodom South Georgia

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