Life to Cherish
We all have our lives to cherish –
People in the big cities
And at small Parrish.
Fallen leaves are not dead.
They dance on the windy day.
A woman with a book, poem, or song
Is not defeated, she is strong.
Even life loses to her,
If she has a cup of coffee first.
Writing of course is a self-expression
And has a spiritual need.
Like a book to read.
The painting impulse is low
But we bow.
Busy excursions filled
With hard work
And innumerable impressions
Of natural effects in the country
That have our youth memories.
Tomshinsky@2025
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