I see a romping child, girl or boy; A racing horse, a bunny hopping free. In animals, it seems each move paints joy. When leaves spin dancing—whirling ecstasy.  My springs are shot, my b… Read on blog or Reader petersironwood Read on blog or Reader Sunday Sonnet: The Joy By petersironwood on September 29, 2024 I see a romping child, girl or boy; A racing horse, a bunny hopping free. In animals, it seems each move paints joy. When leaves spin dancing—whirling ecstasy.  My springs are shot, my body rusts, and yet— My spirit soars with every leap and swirl.  My heart and mind and soul do not forget The joy of runs, of walks, of laughing twirl. Photo by Christina K on Pexels.com The life of any one of us will end Yet all around us is the evidence. The dance of life will ever weave and bend. Embrace another's joy? It's common sense! Our life's too short to play it safe and coy Or limit to your self, the taste of joy!   ———————— Roar, Ocean, Roar The Dance of Billions The Forest Comes the Dawn The Bubble People Take a Glance; Join the Dance Ambition The Tree of Life How the Nightingale Learned to Sing Good Morning! Ah Wilderness! You Gave me no Fangs Wristwatch The Joy of Juggling The Most Serious Work Maybe it Needs a New Starter Imagine all the People… The Jewels of November You Must Remember This Piano Author Page on Amazon Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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