WE ARE PILGRIMS ALL

Red Paddy has been in a reflective mood
sitting out in the back yard observing the
sky and sniffing the hint of snow in the air.

Spotted Mick is wise enough. He knows
that another Winter is nearly here.

With a loving glance and wag of his tail
he expresses thanks when his breakfast
is placed before him. Afterwards he takes
a brief ramble around the backyard and
returns to his warm, dry bed.

The radio weather forecast made mention
4 to 7 feet of snow in the High Sierra's. I
thought of the fateful attempt of the Donner
Party to cross the mountains on their way
to the promised land in California.

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                                           Joe Sullivan