Looking at the moon up high
Hoping someone else sees it
Gazing at the same night sky
Just sitting, staring a bit
Clouds pass by, I feel alive
I am not alone really
Other people see this thrive
Admiring life dearly
Nature is our greatest bond
It brings us all together
Gazing at the great beyond
Pondering our great tether
Futile as we sometimes feel
In some ways we are the same
Family on life's journey
Human beings by any name
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Sunday Afternoon in Hyde Park
In 1975, my father took a Sunday stroll along the stone pathways of Hyde Park in London. A crisp fall day, Speaker’s Corner was in full swing. People shouted from soapboxes. Gathering crowds heckled back. Children ran through the open fields with pinwheels. The grass was so green that my father believed he had stepped into a picture from a traveling book. A young man in his early twenties fresh out of college and looking to make a name for himself as a singer/songwriter in London, the experience was so moving that he penned a song that changed the trajectory of his life. Forty some odd years later, I walk the same pathways to find the places my father sang about to understand how I am like him.
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