For my Father-n-Law Jon.
Jon's Song
Hiding beneath the old pine tree
Nature’s silent battle cry washes over me
Whispers of loved ones passed, skim across the frosty
frontier
The depths of my despair, won’t let me shed a single tear
The wolfs sly stare, the footprints of a winter hare
Fragrant dreams of spring dance across the morning air
The ice around our
hearts, melt once more
As our roots gather strength from the darkest core.
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