Monday 2:45 am.
" Yesterday we sat among pines and thorns Writing metaphors while birds filled the woods. Stop one brief instant while branches mourn, Hiding grief and shame among many moods, The group of us with dirty feet, torn nails, Life placed carefully beneath the roots of a tree. I remember Tuesday night because it hailed although watching through the window, I failed to go outside and gaze up with the others; the fire kept me inside, loving the flames. Later the warmth of soft and safe covers blanketed me from the day's rainy games. The day kept me in sync with my soul each time I write I am closer to whole."
The poem allows my legion of thoughts settle into the dust of the day.
We four, Remi,Lance, Sheri, any myself reside in a comfortable hotel suite, living room four bedrooms with baths, opening into the living room. We have our privacy this trip but, we spend most of out free time in the living room.
We all arrive safely to our home, our "bastion" were we can relax. Our next mission will be dinner down stairs, being yelled at, must go.
We are all blessed this day,
Love
Joe
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