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Simple Pleasure
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2009 Poetry
Walking in the shade of the old pine grove,
with my old dog on a hot summer’s day.
Listening to sounds in this rich treasure trove,
while my old dear friend ran around to play.
His tail wagged excitedly as I strolled,
and my thoughts began to slowly unfold.
Funny how such a pure simple pleasure,
allows one’s mind to wander in such ways.
Maybe it’s the silence or all the smells,
or maybe it’s nothing we can measure.
I absolutely love this piece! I can relate to it so well.Reminds me of when I go to my favorite gristmill because there's huge woods I can go hiking in and way at the top is one area I've knicknamed "thinkmans rock" where I like to go to write when I want to be alone and away from my house. Only my John know where it is and he was impressed seeing it the first time. Beautiful birches surround it and being so high up in the woods you can see the pond in the distance with geese and ducks and swans...I can definitely relate to the peace and serenity you feel on your walks..
I honestly thought that this was beautifully written!! =)