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| In memory of Lance Hedges |
There’s a rock-sloped hill just north of town
Upon which to observe the sun go down
And watch the sullen cloud bank show
Some various hues of purplish glow.
This joyous eve gives
thoughts of those
Who have passed before this
country road
And perhaps as mesmerized
as I
This joyous sight in
western sky.
The moment is mindful of
The simple things of life we
love
Of fascinating natural
gifts
Of life itself, each moment
lived.
Our earthly stay so
certainly short
Starkly remindful of times’
retort
To cherish each day this
natural world
To appreciate nature’s best
unfurled.
