Today we walked high up on a windswept hill, our farm shining down below. Red, Lenore, Frieda. Enough said. Waiting, with me, for the next thing in life.
10
February
My Dogs On A Windswept Hill
by Jon Katz
Today we walked high up on a windswept hill, our farm shining down below. Red, Lenore, Frieda. Enough said. Waiting, with me, for the next thing in life.