Poems like this remind me how much I do love the land and sky itself, especially from my home land. As a child I would spend hours lying on a hill making out what the artist in the sky was doing. Today on a good day I do the same thing from the balcony with my son.

Road trips are even better. Even though the car is moving down the highway it seems the clouds are fix in the sky until you look again a minute later and a sheep is now a dragon.

I never saw the amber waves of grain along the interstate but I have seen more corn than I bargained for and now golden heads of rice lying in sparkling pools.

Send my blessing to Mr. D.

Best of health to you all.


Peace


Enjoy your time at home. There is no "accident". You are there at this time for a purpose.