Hanging Memories

THE LORD IS OUR BRIDGE.

WOMEN'S WINDOW

© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved.

Oh, Lord . . .

Nestled among the Mohawk trails:

My soul absorbed mountain airs

Tickling ancient senses

As I peer heavenward

Releasing my spirituality.

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Lord . . .

My youth basked in its adventures:

Sour grass, 4-leaf clovers

Long-reeded grass jungles

Dandelion necklaces and such

Wide-leafed whistles.

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Lord  . . .

Memories hang:

In cloudy closets of my mind

Popping into view to

Bolster my aging body

Oh, Lord, how green was my valley!

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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