The Wild Woman on Peace

Every time

the Wild Woman

pulls into

the driveway,

her peace rock

greets her:

Peace.

It bespeaks

peace

in her home,

in her yard,

in her heart,

in her being,

in this life

she has made.

It reminds her

of decades

when she sought

only peace,

and was

surrounded by

people of

discord,

violence,

addiction,

and upheaval.

When she finally

grew tired

of the clamor,

and stripped away

everything

that was not peaceful,

she was left alone,

with a beautiful

big black dog.

In solitude,

she found

the peace

she had
always been

seeking.

This peace rock

called to her

on the shore

of a nearby lake.

She planted it

under the rose bush
in the last house,

and watered it well.

It moved with her,

and found its  spot

at the base of the fence,

by the driveway,

a statement:

peace to all

who enter here.

Her haven

at times

has been a shelter

for others,

who needed

her quiet and her peace,

especially

children,

tumbled about

as she herself

had been.

She knew
just what they

most needed.

This rock will move

with her,

soon,
again,

across the road,

along with

 the clematis vine,

now getting ready to bloom

its purple flowers.

They will

each find

their new and

perfect spot
beside the stairs.

For this
is a small

           tale of Peace..........

   to be continued.