Picture found at Picasa, taken at Heron Pointe, East Patchogue, NY
August was,
a month to pause,
a month to wander,
and a month to be lost.
In the sunshine and shadow,
in fear and regret,
in the ideas and possibilities that lie ahead.
It seems like a lifetime ago, but sometimes a day -
full of warmth, and wonder, and whatever will may.
August was a gift, one I didn't want.
But, from the other side of the calendar, I'd be foolish to go without.
It was there that I found the strength to rebuild my life, gained eyes to look forward and not hide, and embrace both joy and strife.
T.L. Eastman 09
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