Heartfelt
my heart sings for the lonely places,
moments savored in solitude,
able to study the beauty around me,
drink it in,
a nectar to renew the soul,
beauty seen in the outcasts,
and misfits,
with character enough to let the world see,
who they are,
and what they believe,
in the sad days,
gray with rain,
beauty seen,
when the birds sing,
and the cows bawl,
and my son giggles at a private joke,
beautiful times,
causing my heart to sing.
Douglas Polk
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