Pavilion's Thought
Sitting where you sat
Having walked in your footprints
Wandering the paths
Admired views, sounds, smells
This place breathes you
And I inhale, hoping for traces of your mind
Soul
Spirit
Wisdom
Precision mixes textures of life
And this mountain home is alive
Echoes, whispers, shadows
Timeless is your touch
That touches my heart
Copyright SGW 2012
Footnote: Written at Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's home, while sitting in the pavilion overlooking the vineyards that he considered his "private" place where no one could disturb him while he read or thought. I found myself repeatedly drawn to this spot after discovering how Jefferson went to it.
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