Days Past....Between those brittle bones of wooden barn wind whips at air.
Silence turns to sounds of cows. You see a farmer standing there.
His barn is whole. His herd is strong. He prays these days will last.
Sometimes when the wind is right you can see the past.
Amy LV
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I have an image of water running down the red dirt road in the ditch. I am riding in the window seat going to green forest school. I can still vividly seen it all just like yesterday. For some reason that image froze in my brain.
I have another after Erin was born...looking out the window of St. Mary's Hospital I see the parkiing lot and all the cars. My soul is heavy with saddness and dread that I could never share with any person. Much of my life happiness ended that day and I just have continued on looking for any joy where I can find it.
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