It's the journey ... not the destination. ... The journey ... my eyes were opened and I knew Him and my heart was changed. ... Won't you join me in my travels, meandering here and there, journeying within my mind and beyond, on paths great and small, through this world that was created by and belongs to the Lord God Almighty.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A Summer Picnic
It was
the
first
full day
of
summer
and
95
degrees
Fahrenheit
in
the
shade.
Early evening
a
picnic
for
two
at
lake's edge
near
Palo
where
fishers
of
fish
and
swimmers
alike
stoked
the
waters.
Slipping
into
another world
It seems...
underneath
a tree
whose
leaves
provide
quick relief
from
intense
heat.
Watching
the
bright sun
as it shines
upon the water
or
the
occasional
page turn
of a
novel
just beginning.
The heat
from
two
strikes
of a
match
upon
dry leaves, paper and twigs
blazes.
Time taken
for a
game
of
Scrabble
Even
without
a
dictionary
one
can
"cheat."
C'est la vie
The
return home
such a short jaunt
by automobile
past fields upon fields
25 minutes gone
and
we're back
in the
city.
Labels:
Pleasant Creek Recreation Area,
poetry,
prose,
rural Palo
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