Tuesday, February 16, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 70


I’m on my way,
I know not where,
Thoughts adrift
In the summer air.
The garden swing
Awaits me — yes!
That is how
I’ll start my day,
There, midst nature’s 
Peaceful sighs,
What better way
To start the day.
There, alone with God,
I’ll give thanks
And quietly pray.
— Garry D. Kilbourn


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