Letting words drift
through my mind to have
their own melody is pleasant.
The lyrics are choppy and don’t make much sense;
a salad of the events of the day.
Writing, reviewing, editing;
making granola after supper;
reading The Promise of Canada,
out in the sun to push winter melt towards the drain, a bit of laundry ~ all mundane, necessary things to keep body and soul healthy and happy.
With each minute and hour that passes,
global events and the characters in that play
bully their way in and
threaten a discordant melody.
And they may have their way, but not this day.
Today is for home ~
the strength for all the ‘morrows to come.
“In love of home, the love of country has its rise.”
~ Charles Dickens
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