where my dad spent hours on the tractor plowing, planting and harvesting
to discover that out here on the west coast
where flowers, trees and gardens flourish
it was hard to imagine
that this so very different landscape would remind me in so many ways of him ~
Today's bright sunshine and cloudless skies
Tall waving grasses allowed to grow and seed
Roses in yards and gardens, wild or tended
The deer that wander through our yards
The work-smudged face of a young man at the bus stop
Ice cream and little kids
Even rocks piled and sheltering ‘Hens and Chicks’
I guess that memory is not tied to a specific place
except tucked in the button down, front pocket of my heart
“Dad, wherever you are, you are gone but you will never be forgotten.”
~ Conrad Hall
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