Winding through time
Memories like twisted vine
wrapped around stately trees
A quiet interlude among a wooded trail
keeps my sure footed soul upright
Glimmering sun beams from a forever sky
Casting its shadow on the forest floor
Reminding me of my immortality.
Regis
Ron
have much time on this Earth. We must make
the best of it...enjoyed, Mary.
Always among my favorite memories.