the golden meadows, the dragonflies leisurely grazing,
the family of squirrels having their morning fun,
the unusual sounds of the unknown bird,
interrupted by the occasional sight of a passing car
the random ant crawling across the pine table
the warmth of the sun, the cool from the fan
the periodic raising of hands in exalting, in surrendering..
the overwhelming joy and thankfulness
the glorious songs of praise
from the Ipod to the Marshall
thoughts translating from the heart
to the mind, through the fingers to print
I could stay here forever.
But sigh, duty beckons.
Homebound!
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