It's April 30th, 2012.
I have once again gone in a search of
a warm spot
on a chilly day.
A breezy spring afternoon where
it's only reach 9 degrees.
I have discovered that behind the barn
right next to the old stone wall,
the sun beats best.
I brough my creative journal and this one,
and have written,
letting Ransom has his freedom to
graze away from the rest of the herd.
He's my special friend.
The sun made me sleepy.
I didn't want to cut Ransom's grazing time short,
so I just laid down where I was.
I shut my eyes.
I heard a noise close by.
There he was
laying
close to me.
I felt a great trust and comfort
with my faithful old friend.
There he was
laying
close to me.
I felt a great trust and comfort
with my faithful old friend.
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