Could I?

If I could

I would be a mockingbird

making it up as I go, singing

so many songs in my heart.

If I could

I would be a neon green anole

crawling close enough to earth

to hear the secrets of crickets.

If I could

I would be a calico beauty

hiding her wild behind a coat of 

indifference, fully present

seeming to be elsewhere.

If I could 

I would be a live oak, rooted yet

keeping the sky company

carrying in its trunk 

stories of the ages.

If I could

I would be

clouds fluffing up

spilling over

with drops forever

of peace.

Poem by Amy Webb, April 2, 2020

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Photos and reflection by Bonnie L.

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One day we started walking around 7:15 am, the weather just perfect. The first thing we see : our neighbors birdhouse has a bird peeking out of the little hole….a new beginning….then we walked on the golf course now that all the golf courses are closed we take advantage of that, beautiful paths and lots of azaleas….all of a sudden a very loud noise…..really very loud….the alligators mating call…Like someone was starting an old lawnmower…..and there were several….more little ones on the other side of the pond…..Birds were singing every where and it was topped of with a totally white squirrel close to our home.

 

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