These pictures are from several years ago, but bring back good memories spent with the truest friends. They are a good backdrop for the poem below.


I have killed a lot of doves over the years but none compare with those killed this day.



These are my great uncles, Maynard and Bill. We are 5 miles from the nearest road and had a day that will be cherished.

The past year or so has really brought this poem to light. Love those that love you.

Mending

by Henry Hughes

To be at joy's instant------
the blue-wing olive
free drifting
under a shady bracken bank
just before
your fat heart leaps.

Or doesn't leap.
Fly following its leader, green line
bowing wide with current
and the cost of long connections-----a bad marriage,
a friend who won't call back-----
drowning dun in a blue ripple
where no one believes you're real.

Unless you throw a mend.
Keep the river off your back.
Glide your sweetest invitation
unhurried
over the ones
who really want you.