Country Church
Air filled
Spent autumn hues
Blue sky fills void
Between the leaves
Winding road
A strolling snake
Slithering
across the hills
Sleeping church
Sits on hill
Greets road
Waves to wanderers.
Welcomes us
at birth
Babies dipped
In sea of faith.
Joins lives together
Union of hearts
Two strands
Entwined.
And when our days are finished
Family and friends
will gather here
To bid us farewell.
LarryB
8.02.01
Email: Night.Writer@lycos.com
