Friday, November 14, 2014

Up, Up, Away It Flew...


Up, up, away it flew,
    Her blue balloon of reddish hue.
For she let go, and in stead grew,
    A fresh young sprout, now well past due.

Crisp, country air let fly,
    Her spindling wisp, chasing off the dry.
Refreshment spurred an un-called sigh,
    Forgiveness found her how and why.

Let loose the bitter thoughts you hold.
     Release the past, set free the old.
Pray good for them, there you'll find gold.
     Come breathe the country air,

You'll see.

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