Saturday, August 06, 2011

A bright patch of

Queen Anne’s lace

grows under the oak in the field.

It gives hope to the hopeless.

A furry brown rabbit

sits by the corner of the fence

twitching its ears.

He tries to encourage those

without courage.

“see, I have escaped the enemy to live another day.”

A wonderful

Cool breeze

Blows in my face

As I walk, helping me find energy

When the last ounce was nearly gone.

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