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Just One Minute
I wish there were enough hours in my busy day, to feel the wind brush my face, as it too hurries on its own way.
I only need one minute, to pause, be quiet and still, then I could hear the whispering pine trees that cover the rugged hills.
If I had just five minutes I’d stop as autumn rains wash my face, and yellow leaves would dance at my feet making my world an enchanting place.
I wish I could halt the hands of the clock or stop the ending of the day, and just look into my children’s eyes instead of rushing into the next busy day.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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