Not like Redbuds
rooted laterally
towards moisture,
or Blue Oaks
chasing a granite crack
of snowmelt,
we can leave, anytime:
sell the cows
with the place,
go anywhere, retire—
feet and glasses up
to toast new skies.
But who would want to
at this late date,
we’re not that kind.
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I’m with you John. That’s how it is. Happy Thanksgiving. Pat
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Thanks, Pat. Despite it all, there is so much to be grateful for in this way of life.
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You have chosen, by far, the better part . . . Blessings in your Thanksgiving . . .
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Thank you, Peter. Enjoy your gratefulness.
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Somehow the tree symbolizes my feelings today.
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I hope it makes you feel better.
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You would never be as happy anywhere else.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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Thank you, Angeline, we will. And yes, we know these things instinctively, but looking down the trail, one never knows how we’ll deal with circumstance. Until then, we’ll keep on.
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If you have your own bit of God’s acreage you stay until you can’t stay anymore.
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We’ll do our best.
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