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Date: | Wed, 9 Jul 2003 00:20:12 EDT |
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John good smelts always break up the crowd.....thanks Pyrate
3 penny opera
The late afternoon clouds here are as dramatic in color
as I have seen in a long time;... the purple thunder heads alone rise tens
of thousands of feet while large puffy golden whites sail by beyond them
At days end ;Im tired but ready,
I stand on the fresh pine needle strewn beach by the ponds edge
and survey the reflections and ripples the breeze is making.over the cool
water
Little Mary who is just 3 has her suit on already; and she and the dog make
for the water .calling for guess who ? ...Da-da .
This is our swim hour ; as Im teaching her the rudiments to swim (doggie
paddle and breast stroke);
Mary has got her floaties on and is gliding by holding the dogs tail. Round
they round they go through the water lilly and cat tails barking . squealing
and calling for .guess who?....da-da.
With such a fan club; I cannot resist.
I quickly join them taking the plunge;and letting the cool immersion take
weight of the day from tired shoulders
There is something about reflecting pools and transformation by and through
the water that affects me .as I often seek it as a threapy. .
Now Im not one to know Gods plan ;nor do I have specific guidance about
worldly affairs ; and heck ,I can barely make all my bills every month
but sometimes the little things are the most sacred and meaningful to
our very existence; and they cost nothing...... but our presence.
Just as little Mary glided by I hitched a ride . and there we were on our
backs arm and arm , singing silly duets gliding under the clouds and the
softly scented pines of our pond letting Thelma the big Airedale..... tow us by
her tail.
Water mirrors time into strange sequence; what happend next I can't explain
we were neither young or old;
Father or daughter or family and dog
Somewhere between the songs and the smiles and the tow on this hot
afternoon in natures pond I saw the 3 of us in a moment of eternity.
.Gliding merrily in song .......In these times of uncertainty ......I could
want for nothing more. Michael
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