Scenes from the fence
July 11th, 2010 by info
Come sit down near the fence
The wood feels cool on my back against the warming sun
Watching the clouds go by
Drifting across the sky
Think of the people in your life
Why does time seem to fly?
For now, I sit against the sun washed fence
Feeling wisps of wind moving through the field
Like a caterpillar making his way
Never following the straight and narrow path
Resisting the urge to change
Knowing he must
People come, people go
Touching my life like a fluttering sparrow
Building a nest of friendships
Gathering twigs to strengthen the bond
Savoring memories
Hearing the buzz of a bee serenading the flowers
Showing me that the song we sing
Is our gift in planting tomorrow’s