Larry Kilham Blog
In this era of rogue leaders, rogue nations, and rogue climate, where can we turn for respite? This led me to thinking:
I’m an explorer in a sylvan land
and see a distant shady grove.
A perfect gathering place,
comforting for its cooling shade.
What life has settled there?
Some people perhaps, picnicking on the grassy floor.
Or creatures scratching up winter food
and birds flocking for seeds and bugs.
I hear no sounds from here.
I want to visit but not disturb.
Listen! The birds are flocking here now.
Will you join me?
Come to the place of wonder and beauty
where the unplanned is the norm.
Where we can escape the media storms
and enjoy ourselves alone.
©2018 Larry Kilham
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