More lines from a thank you note... And thanks for thin crusted pizza shared with a beautiful lady thanks for the quietness of this afternoon thanks that today's news makes me weep for the sound of sisters voice calling from the coast for memory of these trees before they became so tall thanks for the Andre Rieu choir and George Harrison singing my sweet lord for unrestrained anticipations for dreamless sleep Many thanks

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also for a Mississippi house, for each swing and slide and tree tied rope we raced to on arrival. Mostly thanks to her for each embrace, for teaching us to sing. For training us to become less afraid and how to make a karo pecan pie. Thanks for every story of cattle drives, of how daddy became the mule's master. Thanks for each cousin who came near to play. Thanks for a twisting road back to Memphis. Many thanks.

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also for buttermilk biscuits the kind now extinct since mother moved away for Fannie Emory who taught mom to cook thanks for granny Greer who helped me be less afraid and Betty Greer who taught me 'kick the can' thanks for every song in 'my fair lady' for leaving on a troop ship from Bremerhaven and for sailing past the statue of liberty thanks for the alley behind my childhood church for when i went to Illinois with Uncle Charlie Many thanks

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also for the sounds of children singing in laughter some where unseen. For an injured neighbor able to listen and two silent cats tentative and still. Thanks for soft sunlight and memory of rain for memory of mother alone in her yard. Thanks for a beloved brown shawl sometimes around my shoulder in deepest night. Thanks for radiant musicians. for those who dance the night away. Many thanks,

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also... for dirt paths that disappear from the road thanks for uncut forest land and for every mite and stallion abiding there for steepness in hills and fields beyond where trees can grow for flat rock to lay upon beneath sun and moon and circles of stars inside the black night configured outside all imagination unchanged ever by issues of man thanks for the touch of bare feet against dirt a hand to shield sunshine from my eye for the feel of sun against my cheek thanks for a place to be even if in dream untouched by pavement and electronic signal thanks for geese in southern flight for sight to see them for breath Many thanks