Robert Frost and some words..


“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path.

I listen for the flowing river and I go to her.

Rarely do I see people.

I sit with the trees, the free animals and allow my feet to feel the

coldness of the river.

I have learn to love the quiet places.”

Dancing Coyote

 

 

 

 

“I remember the house I lived in as a child.

Was my grandparent home.

The house was warm and

we shared three meals a day.

I remember the taste of cherries and ice cream at 8 pm.

I remembered the blessing of love,

being safe.”

 

 

 

Dancing Coyote

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