Sometimes I hide in my little cave,
A darkend retreat,
That I have made,
And look out on the world,
So bright and cheerful,
In new colors,
Flowers dance from the ground,
and weed others,
Unfold with the lengthening days,
Mother nature's mysterious ways,
Entertain me in my self imposed jail,
Where I hide, until I am well,
And can look on the light without wince,
I appreciate it more now, since,
I have to step back and just contemplate,
From my outlook, with darkened glass plate.
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Lovely poem Ron. At least you have an expanse of summer to look forward to. Send Buddy out occasionally as a pathfinder. If you lose him in the grass, it's time to venture out and mow.
Thanks for bringing that to light for me.
Believe me, I have the patience thing down pat, by now.
I'm not sure if you meant it that way, but that's kind of punny, lol
Things constantly change. You constantly change too, just sometimes not fast enough to keep up, that's when life gets sucky.
If anything I wrote can get your mind off that, I feel really good. Hang in there, low or otherwise.
Good article, Ron! I know Buddy was a great help to you!
Happy Spelunking