Strage and Beautiful

 I found this rusted piece of iron while walking some time ago.
It is small.  Maybe three inches across...
It brings me pleasure every time I pass it 
where I've placed it. 
 While out on a drive the other afternoon,
I asked the driver (my husband)
to stop the car so I could take a photo of the colt above.
Such a wondrous sight!
And this.
So much time to read.
To contemplate.
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It's a strange and beautiful time period in my life.

1 comment:

  1. Beauty can be found anywhere, can't it, if we only have eyes to see it. You have the eyes to see beauty, friend!

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Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
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