Beth and me have been friends as long as I can remember. Pennsylvania Farmers daughters are we, with only a cornfield and a creek between us. Every Sunday afternoon we would walk, talk, wade in the creek, go sledding and dance in the fields.
Today it is fall and harvest is coming soon. We hear the geese flying overhead, feel the coolness in the air as the sun is setting. It was fun walking and talking today. As we both journey home
on foot , there is a smile in our hearts as to when we will meet again.