I walked in lower meadows
in the golden evening glow.
The dogs ran and wandered
some fast and others slow.
The air turned slightly rosy
the warming breeze turned cool,
the peaceful silence stretching
from shadows wet with dew.
I loooked up high
and saw the trees
against the gloaming sky,
the wind beneath their branches,
mirrored my souls most deepest sigh.
these dogs who wander in the eve,
their lives most nearly spent,
truly are the greatest gift
that life has ever sent.
That is absolutley beautiful...... I see this poem as a poster with a picture of you out in the fields , over by the pond, with the crew . Nicole... for Christmas cards.. would this not be great !!!