Observing, leaning closer still
A poke or prick, I’ll eventually feel
I’m never close enough, honestly
To the essence of familiarity
But somehow I am near
And I thank you
Observing, leaning closer still
A poke or prick, I’ll eventually feel
I’m never close enough, honestly
To the essence of familiarity
But somehow I am near
And I thank you
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Looks like that could be in Eastern Oregon or somewhere ~ and nothing quite like measuring up the barbed wire fence (too many pairs of pants have those tell-tale tears) ~ yet I imagine when coming home again or in anticipation of getting somewhere you wish to be, those pricks of barbed wire run like smooth fingers. Enjoyed this photo-poem combo 🙂
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I love that we share similar views/connections, Dalo, even if they are miles apart. This is the more north western area of Nebraska. Cowboy country, you see. Of course you would identify with its topography. I have no doubt that your barbed wire stories are a joy to listen to, Randall. Love how you described pricks as smooth fingers. Could be right. I personally enjoy the heritage found here. Thank you for reading, Sir.
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Lovely and evocative, Aud. I love the human experience you captured in how we never get close enough but there’s a point at which it will have to do.
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Hey, D. Thank you. Yes, you’ve caught the essence of this poem. I appreciate your eye. Enjoy your weekend!
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Quite near.
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Sigh. Thank you, Sir
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What a perfect image for your topic. Well done, Audrey.
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Thank you, Jacqui
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…and yet… very often, those pokes and pricks are so very much worth the nearness…
Beautiful photo Audrey… wonderful place to sit upon the grass and meditate…
Do I hear the songs of sparrows?
Hope your day is as beautiful as your words…
Michael
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I miss those pokes and pricks. You’re right, Michael. I hope I’m not the only one who hears the sparrows. Thank you for being so fantastic. You’ve, once again, made me smile. Careful, I could get used to it. ♡
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Ouch!
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You of all people should know not to get so close.
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Small price to pay attempting to get closer to you
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Aww. *sigh* I know I’m a tough cookie to crack.
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I agree. But I kinda got a stubborn streak. So giving up isn’t an option
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You’re in luck. I love a stubborn mule, a lot.
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*smiles*
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Makes you wonder if those who are prickly even realize that might be what’s keeping everyone else at bay.
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They do, they surely must, Shari.
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Almost look like the wire is holding the scenery in as opposed to you out. Lovely.
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looks
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Could be a little of both, John. I have been fighting time and opportunity this trip. Trying to take photos has been a challenge. My emotions regarding that may have come through the photography. Thank you ♡
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I think so.
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Beautiful big country. Very pretty words.
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Dan, I love this wide open view. Always have, and I am thankful you see the beauty. Thank you, my dear. xx
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this is lovely Audrey.
🙂
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Thank you, Staci xx
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❤
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