We start like any other with a stir from the heart
just a bit doesn’t have to be much just a bit.
we’re farmers and wanderers
we’re lovers and saint’s
growing and enriching love
and when the hard times com
we hunker down together.
together we’ll get through.
Year’s can pass no one knowing
like waves from the sea the years
come by uncountable
time is an emptiness which we fill.
A bowl to make cakes, or pies.
for apples or cherries.
It’s not empty its filled with love.
We are farmers and wanderers
tilling the field of the heart
we are lovers and saint’s
taking the chances and having faith.
I don't know where this is going to go... its just something that I wrote this morning.