CLIMBING ALONG THE RIVER
Willows never forget how it feels
to be young.
Do you remember where you came from?
Gravel remembers.
Even the upper end of the river
believes in the ocean.
Exactly at midnight
yesterday sighs away.
What I believe is,
all animals have one soul.
Over the land they love
they crisscross forever.
-William Stafford
Gladsome Lights 
So very true. Thank you for sharing this poem that I have not heard before.
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You are a blessed woman. Look at the river around you and the grandson beside you!
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❤ I agree!
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I like the line “exactly at midnight yesterday sighs away”.
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Oh, I like that poem! Your comment on my quilt blog was a blessing too. Thanks. Sorry it took this long to responds. I’ve been a tad busy. We just returned from a two week trip to Alaska, and I’m all fired up to make more quilts. AK is so colorful, so excited to be back there. Lived in Kenai many years ago. Anyway. let me know if you make that quilt for your grandchild!
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You always find the best poem and the most wonderful photos!
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You always find such beautiful places to explore. ❤️
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When I read the line about the upper end of the river remembering the ocean, I had a sudden vision of my time at the mouth of the Russian River, and the wonderful white-lined stones I found there!
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That is a wonderful memory!
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