Steve is still remembered with this turtle (remember Duncan and Malley?) on the 7th Sept. 27th since he went away. He was in our mailbox anonymously today. Thank you so much. 

When the Sun still shines brightly
If less brilliantly now
Because it’s fallen in the sky
And seen through turning leaves,
That the Autumn winds now rustle
And rest upon the browning grass -
Then that’s the time for me
To again go look for you.

These old boots laced
Six years now I know
I start onto the path
Of three thousand counted steps.
Though more each time than last
Or my pace has slowed a bit
Or my heart just can’t bear
To reach its never end.

Down the gravel road
Through the field and woods
There, it’s always there
Even when I’m not.
I lay upon the ground
Talk to tops of trees
That gathered all around you
When you said goodbye.

But goodbye to whom?
Daddy longlegs on your brow?
Did you whisper to these trees?
Or to the pale blue sky?
And did you linger then?
And do you linger now?
Is there any part of you
That this breeze can bring to earth?

I will wait a little while
As I always do
Then trudge back down the way
Always looking back, and
Visit this holy place again -
I’ll never quit this insane hope.
I’ll probably never touch you, son
But could I touch your soul?

-                                                       - B. Pazur