Gentle Tugs, for Peg

[jbstillwater]

left to right - my sister Peg (not the same Peg as Pegasus, my mother standing and simply moi on the right


Most nights I sit
watching a perfect sun
set over the mesa- wide,
dreaming of a place, new
to hang my hat
should I wander from this place
to greener pastures by the sea.
A lake with Loons,
how I love Loons!
Pattering rain on a tin-roof,
or snow frosting a window, north


My reverie ended,
"We're here!"
Children, grandchildren and pets.
Passing hugs,
telling jokes,
ice-cold drinks,
firing the grill.
Laughter
through old Bryce Canyon .
Gentle tugs
"Where is your hat, Gram?"
A hearty reply...
"Right where it belongs, love,
right where it belongs."

Janet K. Brennan

From my last book of poetry, "Gentle Tugs, a celebration of life, love and other addictions."








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[The Great Fulcanelli]

Nice poem, that makes me wonder if I'll ever survive long enough to enjoy the same. The change from reverie to reality was also a very skilled manoeuvre.

[johan]

I guess envy is not a great word Jan, but yes I can just see you watching sunsets over the desert, great picture and great poem.

Andrew