it’s a pleasure

02/28/2009 · 2 comments

in moments


pleasure of age –
driving through orchards
excited by blossoms




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Toni 02/28/2009 at 3:36 pm

A lovely poem, Richard. It’s also the pleasure of being mostly housebound but getting out for a short drive once in a while (as I did today). I got home and saw your poem and it was as if you were reading my thoughts.

Richard Farrell 03/02/2009 at 7:32 am

Very sweet. Thank you.

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