Hiker's Eyes, under the ever watchful Mt Monadnock..
The Grand Ole Lady, she does stand her eternal watch singularly..most uniquely in this world, as one of the often climbed mountain..yet with the coming of each night fall..she sleeps alone, sometimes coveted, in a blanket of clouds, often not even that..to endure her naked pride, as one often sought, touched, loved , yet in her proudest moments, betrayed for another.
The end of perfect day's fading evening, lawn chairs circled, sitting on the front lawn with laughing neighbors, having several tall glass of rum/tonic..Watching the golden glow of pending sunset embracing the grand-kids, running, chasing after butterflies..
For this is the way it has been for many, many generations past..
Tomorrow's voice is silent, deeper still..
a dream like sleep, a dream within it's own..
For tomorrow is never promised..
The heart cries of anguish, for the lost innocence, I hear loudly..Oh God, please look over these..
Unbearable is the weight carried, knowing that within a certain span of weeks, days, hours that your loved ones will be split forever more..That last Christmas, the smiles, joy of voices..The sweetness of
being loved..All changes..What i would give to go back, for just another day..to hug, to laugh louder,
to hold the little hands closer to my own heart. I hear voices from a distances nightly, prayer of. God protect peepaw, bless all those you love..Not knowing that it you, my dearest grandson, who will be held closer to my heart than ever before..I pray for your journey in life, with me or without me..Know that my aura is with you and your sister Evelyn..I love both of you with all my heart,,March 8th, 2015 1:27AM.
Vernon L. Townsend, Sr. (peepaw)
The Grand Ole Lady, she does stand her eternal watch singularly..most uniquely in this world, as one of the often climbed mountain..yet with the coming of each night fall..she sleeps alone, sometimes coveted, in a blanket of clouds, often not even that..to endure her naked pride, as one often sought, touched, loved , yet in her proudest moments, betrayed for another.
The end of perfect day's fading evening, lawn chairs circled, sitting on the front lawn with laughing neighbors, having several tall glass of rum/tonic..Watching the golden glow of pending sunset embracing the grand-kids, running, chasing after butterflies..
For this is the way it has been for many, many generations past..
Tomorrow's voice is silent, deeper still..
a dream like sleep, a dream within it's own..
For tomorrow is never promised..
The heart cries of anguish, for the lost innocence, I hear loudly..Oh God, please look over these..
Unbearable is the weight carried, knowing that within a certain span of weeks, days, hours that your loved ones will be split forever more..That last Christmas, the smiles, joy of voices..The sweetness of
being loved..All changes..What i would give to go back, for just another day..to hug, to laugh louder,
to hold the little hands closer to my own heart. I hear voices from a distances nightly, prayer of. God protect peepaw, bless all those you love..Not knowing that it you, my dearest grandson, who will be held closer to my heart than ever before..I pray for your journey in life, with me or without me..Know that my aura is with you and your sister Evelyn..I love both of you with all my heart,,March 8th, 2015 1:27AM.
Vernon L. Townsend, Sr. (peepaw)
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