By John R. Greenwood
- an honest heart purrs contently at a backyard picnic table
- a genuine hand upon a friend's weary shoulder, their pain is your pain
- tears run deep with every soldier lost, no parent deserving of such anguish
- this father's pride swells watching sons help others in need. A homerun, a touchdown, a goal all come a distant second
- "I love you's" free and frequent come easy in the place you call home.
- nature your refuge, you embrace every leaf, every rainy day
- music singing, strumming, whistling, or a steady drum beat fill your spirit with fuel for the next 100 miles
- a new book smell, an old book smell - both stir the need to flip pages on the seat of a bench, in a park, with a breeze and children sounds in the distance
- little fear of change, old age or barking dogs. Life will show up regardless
- long winding roads in pick-up trucks, with windows down and sleeves rolled up to the forearm, stonewall lined fields and pine tree miles, slow your pulse to a crawl.
- writing down anything on a pad, a black and white one, lined, with a pencil, give you a warm reminder of why you breathe, today, and tomorrow
* This post is a submission to a Poets United poetry prompt: "An Authentic Life" in fewer than 13 lines.