Harvesting cherries dark as red wine seen through green bottles, straight from the tree in my own back yard, and squandering their blood-rich juices among family all strong, sturdy and healthy: this is wealth.
We climb a hill close by our house to a millennia-cold caldera (this places us for the perceptive) to hear a group so tight they sound loose, whose sponsors are local firms we'd go to anyway, whose logos and slogans stay in the background: this is wealth.
Eight years of serious public commitment, celebrating a decade and more of love: this is wealth.
Having all this and having the wit to realize it... this is wealth.
©1999 Alan P. Scott. Written July 6, 1999. All rights reserved.
This document last updated July 7, 1999.