I woke up at six and was out in the garden pulling tomato cages by seven. By eight the rest of the house was up. Beach eating cereal her least favorite breakfast food watching PBS cuddled under a blanket said, “Everyday should be like this.” It seemed a bit odd. “Why," I asked, "what makes today so special?” “I don’t know there seems to be lots of time in today.”
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Walk away with me
Into the land of dust fairies
Down the path and out of sight
Join me in the shelter of tall touching trees
Among the drops of sun gleaming off the river
Walk away with little one
Let us pretend we are never going back
Only on
Take the unknown for a playmate
And fade into the glowing hours of dusk
Walk away with me
Just one more time
Lay down a string of gentle childhood steps beside mine
Before you grow too old and too wise to follow
Before you must take your own lead
Walk away with me
So you will always have these days to remember
Slow pictures of my love for you
Warm, walking, wonder.
The sounds of our footprints will fade but our time together here was well spent
This how you return a RedBox movie in style,
taking a long slow walk the river path.
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