A poem by my sweet beautiful friend Gayla...
~ Molly
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Walk With Me
Walk with me
Carry my bag from the car
You know I'm tired
As always.
Carry my bag from the car
You know I'm tired
As always.
It's a long way to be with you
To hear the wind in the trees and watch
The fog in the valley below
To hear the wind in the trees and watch
The fog in the valley below
Walk with me
Hold my hand as we go
Into the big wood to
The small pond
Hold my hand as we go
Into the big wood to
The small pond
The ground is moist and
The wetland is scented with
The smell of growth and decay and
Somehow love.
The wetland is scented with
The smell of growth and decay and
Somehow love.
Walk with me
Keeping silent
Noticing how loud
The silence is
Keeping silent
Noticing how loud
The silence is
It's a long way to be with you
Gratitude binds my return
To you, the big wood, the
Open fields and more
Gratitude binds my return
To you, the big wood, the
Open fields and more
Walk with me
- Gayla Jay
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