I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
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A Still Walk
I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
In the beginning was the Word
A Nature Farm
Book reviews, author interviews, and literary news.
The Church of Christ
of the Pacific Northwest: Interactions with the wild things--Live life outdoors!
