Saturday, September 6, 2008

Poem: Simple Things

Simple Things

It is the simple things that bring you pleasure.
Sunlight on the rich grain of wood,
the coolness of water in a pewter cup,
the warmth of sun through a window.

It is the simple things,
Sharp cheddar on your tongue,
the flicker of a candle on a stormy night,
the feel of a pen in your fingers as you write.

The simple things,
a hand in yours,
warmth in the night,
prayers answered,



The picture was taken at the American Museum of Frontier Culture in Staunton, Virginia. It caught the idea of simplicity well, I thought. You can click on it for a larger view.


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