Tuesday, July 14, 2009

bastille morning doorstep view









"Pooh!" whispered Piglet.
"Yes, Piglet?" said Pooh.
"Oh nothing," said Piglet.
"I was just making sure of you."


Looking at this card how I imagine you might see it,
I noticed those grand old trees standing witness,
Trees that pass the centuries,
Trees that speak to you and connect you to your father.

Looking at this card how you might read it coming from me,
I thought you might smile at the exchange
And appreciate me poking some fun at myself.
As Robert Browning wrote, “Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.”