watch the day grow with its green grass begging attention-
the ground, having swallowed some, urges for more
the New England birds are listening- waiting for approval
all the while one sits, alone, listening back
with a simple understanding-
now finally feeling the first
breeze of autumn air flirting with his skin
that brings him a sensation brimming with tears- he thinks out loud
‘Go ahead. Tell life it can’t.’
**
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
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photo taken by myself 9/17/17
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Being a lover of cemetery walks, where’s this one?
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You speak my language! I also walk in resting places. All over New England. This one is in Gill, MA.
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