“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children. One is roots. The other is wings.”
– Hodding Carter, Jr.
To dream of verdant pastures and azure skies,
of panoramic bliss before our eyes;
a realm where peace abounds across the land
where kinship is born from nothing more
than an outstrecthed hand
and rests on nothing less than an honest word.
To dream of playful cheer and joyful song,
of pleasant smiles among the throng
of happy neighbors joined by one-time strangers
and warm embraces from sentimental faces
as well as caresses that ignite the breast.
And let the dream begin…
This one might be a little grown up for you but after what’s been going on in the world lately I thought it was kinda appropriate.
love, Pop Pop