The Little Things

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When I leave for my walk

I am never sure of what I will see

It is always a little exciting

like unwrapping a present

Today my walk was full

of little things
the teensy wee flowers
no bigger than your pencil rubber

the simple
and the common place

 the miniature
wildflowers
hidden in the grasses

and the weeds

the bright
golden

and the waxy beautiful

and then I found this leaf
for my dear friend Wanda

and noticed the vine of hearts
which made me think
of all my warm hearted blogging friends
entwined as we are
hearts on a vine

a fellow walker
was looking behind me
and so I turned
look
do you see

lets stand here
a minute or two
and watch

I wanted to call to him
a thank you
but he was gone

Frog song began early today
and I realise
that I have been on this track
for over an hour and a half already

The great God Ra
likes to slip away early these days
at 5.30pm he is dropping
below the hinterland ranges
bidding the day farewell

And his golden chariot
begins it's journey
northwards across the ocean

He has eight hours to sail the skies
and arrive in time
to wake Cloudia at 5.30am
in Hawaii at breakfast
then on he goes to Dan, Meri Rosaria and Reya
Steven Barry Bonnie and Wanda
and finally crossing the
great stretch of land
saluting you all in between
and then he nods his head
to Jennifer
on the far eastern shore
and with him he brings the day
I have just enjoyed

Meanwhile I shall bid you adieu
pick up my step
and skedaddle home
to make dinner
and savour the last few hours
of my day

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