We used to take a Sunday drive,
Just seeing what was there.
And I miss those drives,
During this time of busy-ness
And doing what needs doing.
But one morning, off to do,
I put my brain in slower gear,
So as to look at where I was.
There were leaves across the yard,
There was a mother,
Taking children to catch the bus.
There was construction, steel girders,
Yellow hard hats, orange vests,
There was a bale of straw, and pumpkins
And chrysanthemums in glory.
And there were more leaves,
Not yet fallen,
And a calendar unturned.
So now I know, tomorrow,
There will be more to see
While we are doing what needs doing.
So let’s go forth, and see.
George R. Pasley
October 28, 2020
Martin, TN
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