My little toes dancing on the water
Sand slipping through my fingers
Smell the sunscreen on my skin
Fireflies in jars — glowing
One look — everything was flowing
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You made everything beautiful, like I knew you would
Made everything sound so good
No time to try — it’s time to fly
Because we only get one life
So, make it count
Be a tumbleweed in the wind
Nature is the answer for my spirit to send —
Send me to the end of the bend

Bendingly beautiful poem of life’s little meanders, tiny toes dancing around oxbows, tumbling in the breeze, and finding your way to where the bend seems to end.
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Thank you, Timothy. XOXO, Eleanor
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“No time to try — only time to fly”
Thank you my Eleanor , for words woven with optimistic passion. 🥳
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Thank you, my friend!
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Beautiful very inspiring just what I needed thank you
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Thank you, my friend. I’m glad it inspired you. That brings great joy to my heart! Thank you for taking the time to read and to make such a thoughtful and kind comment. XOXO, Eleanor
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you, Ned!
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drifitin shiftin gears.
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it s up ta ye. see the words. dream a little dream not what it seems .
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This happens to be my favourite Robert Frost poem.
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Same here 😉
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An uplifting poem and post, Eleanor. ✨
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Make the most of the now, for this trip and journey is short, pain and memories are long, everything in between can go into uncharted territory
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I have always taken the one less travelled, so much more exciting!
Love it.
Peter
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Thank you so much, my dear friend.
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