Soothing

Pugslee patiently tolerating the annual birthday photo shoot - his 11th.    

Today’s posting - a poem I wrote in Eve’s Poetry Class on January 13, 2009.

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Never heard ice melt,

Until I retired.

Never heard leaves fall.

Until I retired.

Never absorbed either,

Until the patience

Of Pugslee

Resided in me.

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These many years later, stumbling upon the results of my elementary attempt at the craft, I find solace.

I love ‘trying’ to write.  Is there anything you’ve discovered rewards your soul when you give attention toward its creation?  If so, I think you should get with it!   


Be good to you.