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Outside Moscow, Idaho,
By Clarkia and Elk River,
The forest majesty, is in view.
Under the tall canopy of trees,
Are massive Fern Glades.
The view is not cluttered with
Brush and you can plainly
See the grandeur of these
Trees, quiet serenity
Is what I felt. A religious moment.

Wind and rain
Blowing sideways
I'm wet

There is a kindness, I see in thee,
Your reaction, when a young child you see.
You will stop and compliment, to the Mother,
About the cuteness of the outfit or another.
Nice words, that becomes this legacy,
Of the love you have, doing this part
Defines to me, your beautiful heart,

My Mother told me; young was I
To be respectful of others and to try
Being polite, when spoken to,
And when leaving, say adieu.
Open the doors for others,
Especially women or expecting Mothers.
Give up my seat, when on a bus,
To any female and not to cuss.
Walk on the outside of the walk
And to be sure and listen, not to talk.
Thank you, Mom for what you taught me.
I learned a fine lesson, thanks to thee.

Some sharped toed boots
And brand new pants.
A clean white shirt,
A high school dance,
A teenage boy's.
His first romance.

When you are ill
And care no more,
For that sound
Of a closing door.
Many friends, are gone
Not here, anymore.
Our children now,
Do ask and implore,
To reduce the amount
Of earthly goods,
As we prepare to
Downsize, where we live.
The chores that
I did with ease,
Are harder now
And hurt my knees.

Keep back the night.
Hang on to the light.
Mar not my sight,
Seeing this day's delight.

Sometimes I feel that life's a game
And we are but actors, on this stage.
The roles we play, were not ours to choose,
So some will win and others will lose.
Is that what life is all about?
Do we go silently or with a shout?

A quick hello; A long goodbye.
The life we live and wonder why,
One, who is good; It's not I,
Becomes ill and then we try
To determine, the reason why.
So it becomes, the long goodbye.

I came this way, I know not why,
For there were other paths I could try.
It matters, no more, as life is fast
And will soon be a footnote of the past.

The best things in this life are free.
Free from the hate and dependency
Of living your life with many a friend
And behaving well, so you don't offend
Or infringe on another's personal space,
Not knowing the color of their face.