Beneath the skies of drifting clouds
our bodies met as one
and winds of fortune smiled on us
a life of simple pleasures.
Freedom was the key to us
beneath September's blooms,
I reminisce the fun and laughter
chasing children through waving grasses.
No grand design of affluence
beneath the leaking roof,
yet treasured life in abundance
was trapped within connected spirits.
Hard working days and passioned mights
richness never measured in dollars,
for the threads that joined our family
created a tapestry of strength.
And now as we grow older
trucks and tractors lay so idle,
but still deep within our hearts we remember
that time beneath those clouds.
Author notes
Picture Number 6
Picture from Photobucket. Artist unknown to me.
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A truly inspiring look into the picture prompt. It tells a story over years filled with memories that make up a fine mosaic.
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You've captured a whole liftime in that picture and brought to forth wonderfully! The picture reminds me of a place we used to live in.. very run down, but the happiest times I can remember
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