|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.