Jim Gray
Jim Gray
Oct 2, 2018 · 1 min read



As I walk alone in the park

I feel the warmth of the sun

I smell the fresh cut grass

And I see the wonder

of the mountain


I am reminded

Of the promises

I’ve read

Of the miracle of life

I’ve seen

Of the songs

I’ve heard

Of the stories

Around fires

Of the love

I’ve know

Of the children

Who call me father

Of the friends

Closer than brothers

Of the hope

Found in memories.

Jim Gray

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Jim Gray

I write, travel & explore over coffee and good food. Based in Nashville, TN.

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