A journey we take
golden memories we make
by the tranquil lake

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A journey we take
golden memories we make
by the tranquil lake

a naughty paw plays
with the bright blooming roses
mischief in her ways

Driving home from work
The trees have a smoker’s cough
All over the road
A paw in the face;
Wake up! Now feed me!
A sweet, funny face
meowing around the house.
A pushy determined head,
demanding a lap for hours.
A cat at home in Winter;
our home sweet home.

O’er the hills we’ll walk, my love,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
I’ll take your hand; you’ll crush my hand,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
The highlands call to us again
the highlands call to us.
we’ll dance about; you’ll get grumpy and shout,
O’er the hills we’ll walk.
Seas separate us;
many places and spaces
between both of us.
Separated by the sea,
an invisible link, one.

A purring cat
Misty mornings with a chance of sun
Walking in nature
Writing, dreaming, and imagining worlds
Drinking tea
Listening to music
Watching the Winter moon after midnight
Talking to friends
Huggy Hugs
Some cooking
Staying at home with a book and a blanket

Walking with respect
for the trees feel the cool winds
Whispering winter

An unused window,
head down, bum up,
working the day away.
Working long hours,
paying off a house,
a little piece we own.
We toil for those times,
sitting alone or together;
watching the sunset
pass from colours to
whatever night brings.

Watching the water
Cool crystal clear water flows
towards downriver
Cupping your hands around them
Watching the Tadpoles dancing