I miss walking along green prairie shores Miss gazing into deep azure skies. I yearn for the sun’s healing touch And witnessing the killdeer’s cry
Just above the skyline, where soft clouds ride Where wind tracked memories reside. These harvested acres are missing small farms; Honeysuckle and rock piles, buried and gone
Pastures and barnyards, good things now past, Friend now just memories, under a cross. Shackled recollections now frozen in time Stamped in my memory, shadows on my mind
Dust on the horizon has clouded the view My tears cleanse the vista, though heartbreaks remain. Life is a journey, a stroll down a lane Good things are coming, that is heaven’s refrain.
Well done – beauty of a sunset…
Lovely
The photo stopped me in my tracks!
The view from my house:)