The sum of
my existence is a cat that loves to hide
Spare keys
and nails and old golf tees
In shoes
I’ve put aside
For hiking
in the mountains
Behind my
Grandpa’s home.
Beside the
garage the old grey truck
Hood up and
tire flat
Provides a
sunny sleeping space
For his old
ornery cat.
I sat there
too, to contemplate
The
memories of that man
Who sat me
down upon his knee
And taught
me of the land,
Of God and
love and growing corn
Of being
kind and good.
Of helping
those he sees in need
And why we
always should.
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