How does time fly so quickly from me?
Day to night to day again flying away.
I’ve so much to do and say and share,
but I can’t find the time to capture the moments in poetry.
Flapping wings wave the memories into the past
as the future rushes towards me creating new past memories.
It’s a 55 for G-Man. I hate that I’ve neglected this blog, but the farm comes first, and we’re back to having kids. Hopefully with work being done until August, I’ll have more time to write and visit everyone.