My Grandma and Grandpa, on the day Grandpa left Union Station, Kansas City for service with the Navy in World War 2.
A Summer Night at Grandpa’s House
hot
the night air
white
the hot light
dancing in distant moonlit fields
drowning in years of gathered emptying skies
pouring down our windowpane
drumming our whispers
into the restless drone of the fan
of still
musty
the dusty
presence of settling walls
of eyes in photos in every room
settling with walls on which they hang
eyes asleep
in fields drenched with sweat and toil
yet humming with songs of longing
years bending into time
arise oh walls!
for where they now stand
great the cloud of witnesses
unshackled by dust
unfettered by rain
hot
their blood pulsing through our veins
tender
their wisdom buried in these walls
Colleen Briggs Art & Writing 
gorgeous! love the photo and the poem.
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Thank you for being my constant encourager Megan!
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart with us.
Blessings friend, Jody
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Thank you for visiting and encouraging, Jody! Your writing always touches me.
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Very real and natural 🙂
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Thank you! I’m so glad to visit your blog and discover your deeply intentional, sensitive heart.
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