Jul 9, 2022

LONG MOMENT OCCASSIONLY OBSERVED

It seams to myself forever watching long moments, You just sitting still, forever it seams nesting deep places
high branches, along route often travel. 
Large wings outstretched as you go leaping forth into bright sunshine, brownish golden couler into the sky. 
How do you like it in this Rural situation/

Why must you disappear for long periods, causing those who observe you to wonder, Have you become a victim of cruel local killers?
Mainly human of course.
Back to the spirits of darkness? 

How you Buzzards communicate to us, The watchers or `them down here`
joy of moments captured by brief activities you sharing with us in glorious life, lived here in a rural outpost.

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For those still with roads you've yet to take. .

Where did all the time go The years went fast, but the days went slow The man in the mirror is older than me He's standing where I used ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"