Sunday, September 1, 2024

November chill

In November chill, eighty years ago,

You took your place where the wild wonds blow.

Among the pine and cypress, strong and tall,

Like elders root you've weathered them all.

Owls whisper wisdom, and ravens sing lore,

While falcons sore high, searching for more.

Auburn leaves dance in a timeless embrace,

As your spirit shines as a beacon of grace.

#BENOTEWORTHY
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