Going to the valley where the river flows
where bluebonnets and daisy’s bloom
a bridge across the rushing river
takes me to the other side
where red ginger fills the air
across the river  grass is greener
blooms sweeter,  colors brighter
going to the valley for a walk
a bridge across the river leads 
me to peace
A soul gets lost… 
hard to see a soul 
looking in the mirror


About lenwilliamscarver

A simple woman of simple means, walking a gravel road on my journey, made stronger by paths taken barefoot, pain endured, and revealed in these writings. Mistakes made some taught a lesson some lessons ignored, now learning to forgive myself.
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