The sycamores are full of mistletoe
The clouds look like a painting overhead
I wanted to go to heaven although
I ended up in Modjeska instead
So up in the morning up with the sun
And feed all the animals twice a day
If you want reasons I think I have one
A fragrant flake off a fresh bale of hay
I may only be a visitor here
But there is something right about this place
Above the canyon rim where stars burn clear
I see a reason for the human race
Yankee I thank you for your canine ken
Your kindness in making me a part of
A blessing and a lesson learned again
If you want reasons I think I have love
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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