Summer Reflections

I always think that season changes are best expressed in poetry.
So, just a few notes.
For health, we are so thankful
For paying jobs, we are so grateful
For a dream becoming, we are in awe
For the hard work, our hands are calloused
For the long days, our eyes are weary

But all in all, we are so blessed and forward we will go!

Now for a real poet:

It is our quiet time.
We do not speak, because the voices are within us.
It is our quiet time.
We do not walk, because the earth is all within us.
It is our quiet time.
We do not dance, because the music has lifted us to a place where the spirit is.
It is our quiet time.
We rest with all of nature...

Nancy Wood