Saturday, August 4, 2012

In My Place










In my place
Upon the worn path
With the tall trees
That lead to the lake,
I feel the heat lift.


2 comments:

  1. There is a subtle love for your life stated here Karen. At times I wish I could hold a thought as lightly as you wield your pen.

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  2. It's funny where home can be, isn't it?
    And it's amazing what you can do with so few words.
    Rick

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