Saturday, January 05, 2008


Summer days, a thoughtful gaze.
Warm sun flowing down around us.

Sifting sand through our fingers,
Sifting dreams and memories linger.

Cool of the water, curl of the wave,
Fixes our minds on that day
When He made this beautiful place.

Scott L. Vanatter, 29 May 1975 (Poem written for Becky on my mission)

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