Because we’re on vacation

I’ve written quite a bit;

Wherever my mind haps to light

Whatever it might hit

The desert sun has shone, but then

We’ve seen the clouds as well;

The off roads and the highways

And the nooks where shadows dwell

My love is here beside me

In a chair beside the bed;

We visited and rested and

Recalled our honored dead

For one more season passes

As my mother sings her songs;

So many miles and years she’s seen

Now here’s where she belongs

The sun sets in the western sky

We travel on our way —

Another set of travelers

Another

Holy

Day