Remember how it was when I was little.
Free and trapped, my family loving and scary.
My witch friend in the garden and vacant lot
Speaking to John and me as she gently guided us.

She lived in the Paul Scarlet arbor sharing their beauty.
Her vision was not revealed to the other
or even remembered by my brother.

Wandering throughout this land
Seeking truth and similarity.
Finding people in their ways.

Seeing God in the canyons, mountains and
forests, eventually on the shore.
Hearing the creeks trickle and rivers roar.
Feeling the sweet touch of breezes and the rough caress of gales.
Breathing in God's breath in the pine and sea air.
Oh glorious adventure, you bring joy to my heart with your memories.

Leal Abbott










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