Wednesday, November 25, 2009

My Big Green Love Note

My love is not a poet
He doesn't dance or sing
He doesn't bring home roses
or gold and diamond rings.

But when I look outside I see
The love song that he wrote
It's made of grass and plants and dirt
My own big green love note.

It's filled with peace and restfulness
and beauty fully grown
It's a place where we can just escape
Without ever leaving home.

Thanks honey,
I love you too.

Caren E. Salas

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