When do we become the “salt of the earth”?
The grass so green evokes imaginary
memories of farming, milling,
with families living in close-knit
industrious community.
Sacred ground, when people were
“the salt of the earth.”
As I had noticed Dutch symbols
upon the barn, the total setting
leaves purposeful, productive
lasting impressions
upon my mind.
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Photo taken by Robin,
simple story of monthly
passage by this beautiful
pastoral setting by her, too.
Although not a door on this post,
I would like to remind visitors
to check out other doors,
Norm Frampton, cordial
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Hope y’all enjoyed a little history
and could smell the clover, grass
and rich soil of Delaware, OH land!
Yoshiko 