Branches crisscross the wet
And catch their breath.
In their maze
No monster waits
In their gaze
No slur, no praise
Branches crisscross the air
I, too, watch them there.
Spirit of Scoutie
We picked this spot for Scout's memorial because of the way he'd always come bounding up to greet me around that bend. And while I d...
2 comments:
That was beautiful.
I loved it. I hope to see some more. :)
Thanks, Dr. Dolly :).
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