I would turn 65 in Montana.
A piece of the world burns, starves, flees from what they never imagined.
Come to my canyon.
Live to be as old as me.
No matter the cold and the snow.
My porch is peace.
Hidden deep and away.
Peace should be easier to find.
Thanks you for sharing as always. Poetic sentiment.
Hello, it’s me. The poem reminded me that somewhere inside I decided that I don’t want peace until more of the human race has some. Then I wonder why I care about the human race. Then I realize I actually love half of it. (Maybe less). I despise the admiration for big, tough people who just take what they want. Such admiration makes one stupid. I’m too angry for peace. But I love a lot of people, so instead of peace, I extend that to you and others.
Happy Gift of one more day to Celebrate the Peace in your Canyon. I think of your cabin tucked there between canyon walls, tall guardian trees, and long to return for another visit. It was such a refreshing time. Good food. Ample drink. Glorius conversation. The peace of the surrounding environment. And the joy of being with a friend. Thank you. Thank you. Thankyou.
Until your return. You make it sound so inviting that others will come to.
You should make this into music
Such a poem! I have loved becoming 65 (last June) and achieving my wise self! I wish you the best this day, AJ!!
I have such little desire to travel. Except some day to Tennessee to meet you and Margee.