To the Pergola below we’ll go,
You take your book,
And I’ll bring mine
We’ll go to the shady side of Sunday,
Where the sun in this garden, cannot shine
Through the aged kiwi, fruit not yet to bare,
But relieves us from heat,
Of summers moist air
Where white petal blossoms join dense green leaves,
A blanket of nature perfumes the hot breeze
We sit and we read
Under blue skies divide
Exchange a soft glance,
As birds choir , fly high
Nimble and free,
Up towards the sun
Up towards just what,
We sought shelter from
Blessed this day in our Pergola garden,
Sun abound,
For our eyes to see,
Blessed this day in our place of nature
Shady comfort,
The Kiwi Tree
-Heather
The Starting End 
A very very beautiful reflection on a sacred moment which is for you a gift form God; and from you to us! Blessings . . .
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I^m glad you were there with us in spirit, Peter!!!!!!!!!
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Oh this is wonderful, Heather–I love the sound of “pergola”, and the line, “shady side of Sunday”!
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Thank you, Star ❤
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Beautiful poem 🙂
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Thank you, Harli…it truly was a beautiful day 😀
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