Wonderful story, those beaten tracks
Infectious laughter, edges holding fast
Doors have opened, discovery and news
Some places with no names, faded from view
So hello, how are ya? After coffee, okay
My childhood forest, golf greens replaced
Tears of small animals, sprinkled on the greens
Every friend your family, in ways nature speaks
Rules, handbooks, all suddenly temporary
Guide for life, don't expect a bowl of cherries
Hopes, dreams, bruises, recants and rekindling
Remembering, expanding, inside gambling
Give Peace a chance, in daily situations
God is the love that should make us want to dance
Whether real or figurative, it's right as rain
Goodness is love speaking, violence, Satan trained
Expectations are a bit overblown, no doubt
As paths of many avenues, side streets out
Grabbing at the twigs with firm bough needed
Asking why a thousand times, till all's completed
Or never becomes is, with a gracious smile composing
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"Tears of small animals, sprinkled on the greens" Creative image, William.
"Goodness is love speaking, violence, Satan trained" Amen.
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love it
I'd be happy to give you ten times "10" for this line only... great, dear Bill! ;-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
William, this one is sheer brilliance, one to enjoy and ponder and oh, "inside gambling" I loved that expression - you are the master at wordplay. There, I feel better now I didn't have to parrot John's exquisite comment entirely.
Wonderful poetry.
"God is the love that should make us want to dance"
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
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