Can I take a moment here to define the way it is?
Church bells chime with hope.
Trains roll down the line.
Grass is green with envy as robins and turtle doves sing.
Children ride their bikes more than ever from before.
Families shoot the hoops with conversations full of more.
More depth and joy and love as they know each other now.
Instead of the commuting and the stress to get there now.
I feel as if a switch has flipped to 1962.
Sky is brilliant blue and earth is almost back to new.
Dinner on the table, then games are played at night.
Here’s our chance to balance out the plan to make it right.
Future brings a question to the rings of life on trees.
Will cleansing bark reveal the healing from disease?
Shadows dance on picnic tables where families used to gather.
Let us pray that in the end we embrace what really matters.
Cindy my dear poet and friend this is String Ink….Shadows dance on picnic tables where families used to gather.
Larry, thank you my friend. I was sitting at the park imagining how busy it used to be. On that day there were only a few people and yet it was joyful listening to their playful family conversation.