
the old man
sandals in hand
strolls through
the middle of the meadow
wiggling his toes
as he goes
he smiles
a private smile
rediscovering
one could see
he was perched in that place
where memories were kind,
a good place to linger
on this, a new day
Pat
8/11/21
Lovely!
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Than you VJ🙂
Pat
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So welcome, Pat!
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This poem brings a lovely vibrant and sweet image!
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Thank you Susan, glad it spoke to you🙂
Pat
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Perched in that place, love that line!!
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Thank you Liyona🙂
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Ooohh. This poem resonates with “this old man!” 😉
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🙂… that was the original name🙂.
Pat
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