Thoughtful places


 
 Forest floor, things of past, memories here will forever last.
Treading bush, to make my way, how I spent my childhood days.
Ever wonder who walked before, the very place you now explore?
I think of yesterdays, before times had sped, and indian in search to keep his family fed.
Arrowheads chipped with native care, to harvest a deer, a bison, or a bear.
Just as a kid, my eyes light up, when I park and walk away from my pickup truck. My twin sons, I teach to respect, to love the outdoors, and never neglect.
Thank you lord, for peaceful places, memories made, smiles on my sons faces. Thankful for health, which we pray you all have too,
From My Family,
Merry Christmas To All You!
-Daniel Pittman

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