as i ley in falls golden grass a cool breeze tickles my soul.

i watch the clouds of purest white march with the beat of the wind.

i fall up and up to fall in line with the blue and white currants of the wind.

in the cloudscape of another world i long to stay where angles play.

the feel of the wind as it flows on by, cleaning my mind with no sence of time.

falling up ...... alaways falling up.

Rick Olson

Oh Rick, you are a poet!! That is so beautiful, I'm going to print it up on a card and post it where I can see it!

Thanks for the beautiful gift, and that means the poem, and it also means the gift of your wonderful self.

Love to you and Bonnie, and we are sending to her every day!

Hugggzzz, Bro!

Oh Rick - I read this and re-read it and read it again. it's so delicious, so beautiful I can't get enough of it.
Thank you
Christina
P.S. 'xqueeze me while I go back and read it

again