Love is Always Searching....Best Wishes to Amy and Ben

Good Evening,

My husband and I have just returned home from attending our niece's wedding. Readers of the blog might remember Amy, (All Grown Up), from a number of blog posts. She has visited Moose River Farm almost every summer since we moved in twelve years ago. In fact she lived with us for two summers. Her horse, Welby, (Exchanging Gifts), lived out his days here when Amy's adult life required relocation after college graduation. The following poem was written for and read at the wedding. It's a biography to rhyme, warm...and inform. May this be the beginning of a long happy life together for Amy and Ben. Cheers!

Love is Always Searching

Best Wishes to Amy and Ben

Love is always searching

Searching high and searching low

For signs of everlasting

Contentment and seeds to sow

When this woman was first conceived

Love nurtured her in the womb

It stitched with threads of wisdom

And sang songs in a harmonious tune

In years to come

Love would plant for her

A total of siblings three

They all grew up strong and sturdy

Like the branches of their father’s trees

Along the way Love introduced

A world at which to marvel

A Spaniel pup here, a kitten there

And rodents to play among them

This land in need of livestock

Asked Love to build a barn

Goatie antics, bunny frantics

And chickens complete the farm

When she was young

Love sprinkled upon her

Some glittery magic dust

And off she rode on a toy stick horse

Make-believe imagination at its very best

But nothing compared

To what Love shared

Between her and an ex-racehorse

She galloped him out of childhood

Gripping the reins to stay on course

And all the while Love coiled and danced

nudging her to kiss the lip of a flute

Her breath and fingers flirted with fate

Earning a degree from the succession of notes

Love stood close while the little girl

Grew into an adventurous woman

Who ventured deep into the Delta

To teach its most vulnerable children

Alas this Love had one card left

To deal from a fickle hand

It searched for Ben

And assured her then

That this love could last

How did Love let her know

That Ben was hers forever?

It flowed in an accent of southern charm

Then prepared crawdads for dinner

As for Ben who cast the lure

That brought her to her senses

Love reeled her in then held the pen

So she could sign the license

Now settle in your new abode

As residents of the Big Easy

Love will guide life forward

To do with whatever pleases

With all the ingredients of a happy marriage

Thru which you two may amble

Love will keep you whole

Use it to lead and follow in your ensemble