the love of a dog
07OCT25
a pot of gold
magic is free
always been that way
are able to see
every single day
kiss the frog
to not get old
the love of a dog
a pot of gold
the angel sings
and plays the harp
to remember your wings
& keep your mood sharp
the big & blurry
make the rounds
all is merry
on your go round
make no fuss
say something funny
eat the locust
and the wild honey
Those of you who are familiar with scripture will recognize the reference in the last 2 lines. This blog flies a goofy flag. And we try to move forward behind it. I am not sure the world of goofy is into an orderly march. But hopefully the spirit of “THE VOICE OF ONE CRYING IN THE WILDERNESS” walks along with us on our best days. I would think that most wanna be poets would want that. That is that their ramblings somehow reveal truth.
Enjoy your Tuesday!