on the rippling road
we walk barefoot
on the bones
of broken gods
a quiet peace arrives in the lives
of them all
the ancestors that came before
mingling in my blood
Happy Thanksgiving , All! Merrill
Merrill, this is absolutely lovely! Happy Thanksgiving to you as well!
Hi, Aubrey, So glad I found your blog. Your tanks reminded me of a hill in Scotland upon which nothing grows…the battle there between two clans the Campbells and the MacDonalds mingle in my blood.
Poetry is so vital to our understanding of life…thanks for all you do. Merrill
Ahh, Merrill, your story has been following me around for the last day. Thanks so much for sharing it with me!
on a hill
where nothing grows
we give thanks
for the blood that runs
through our veins
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