A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
And dreamed.
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Deemed important,
Yet over time, has been lost.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Sadly, that time has passed long ago. Your ode is beautiful, yet melancholy, Audrey. It’s written with loving nostalgia. Nicely done!
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Rob, this sort of landscape doesn’t intrigue many, you know. I’m relieved to discover you see the beauty in what was built out of hard work and love. I wrote this not long after my move home after living in Texas for nearly ten years. I found myself leaning into what I was raised to respect. A time in my life when melancholy came easily. Giggle
Thank you for reading more of me. ♡
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I read the Johnny Cash autobiography and what his childhood was like. Salt of the earth type of family. Up at dawn and worked till dusk. It was hard work but not shirked. BTW, I approved your request for my companion blog – The Vpub. It’s a bit more saucy than my main blog, so please tread carefully! ❤
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I watched the movie..loved it. And yes, those families deserve a nod, for sure.
Oh, good thank you for having me. I’ll do my best to read and not interrupt what business you have going. Your post today just had me so intrigued. Left to wonder what this man was trying to do. Lol I’ll read you tonight and not risk here at work. I appreciate the heads up. ♡
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Yes, definitely not at work! 😎
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So you’re not helping the curiosity part at all, Rob. *snarl*
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lol Well, this is not a spoiler, but I didn’t get electrocuted in the production of it. 😉
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At least you’re smart enough to do things like this as intellegently as possible. Good on you.. (gotta run for now..)
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Not sure if you can see the red glow that is my blush as I watched your video tonight, Rob, but if you can…enjoy it. Ha! You’re brave and I like that. Very much. I’m not sure who was applying the pressure needed to get you to do that, but I hope you made them happy. Thanks for adding me, btw.
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Sorry for the red glow, Audrey. 😉 I think that if there was any bravery, it came from showering with an electric cord over my head. Or just being dumb. It would have been a bizarre site for the EMTs to witness should I had been electrocuted.
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Sorta what I was thinking, too. However, I’m a hundred percent sure you wouldn’t have been the strangest call they’ve ever received. I am glad you went for it. I liked every bit of what I saw. 😉
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You’re probably right. However, I wouldn’t want to deal with the questions that would follow from the PD or insurance company. 😀 Thank you for your compliment, although I hope I didn’t ruin anything regarding Minions. 😉
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Yeah, I suppose those conversations would get a little dicey. On the bright side there’s a chance you wouldn’t have had to answer any questions. Your family on the other hand… 😂
First time I saw a minions movie I looked at my son and whispered what language is this in? Just sure I’d had a stroke of some sort.. he said minion language. Scary part was when I started understanding them.. 🤔
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Something lost, perhaps something gained as well. Your images you evoke are gorgeous – I like these longer poems of yours, they give you more time to consider.
And that photograph – how did you get all the buildings to stand still so long? (me, being funny.) Seriously, it is remarkable.
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Aw, thank you, Shari. These buildings respond well to shy redheads who ask nicely, I guess. Images of what was, might have been and dreams realized inspire me. Someday I’ll take a photography class it’ll help. I appreciate your support. I’m working on longer poetry. Intimidates me.
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Don’t let length intimidate you. The right words for the right poem, long, short, but always thought provoking if written by you.
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I’m a work in progress, as we all are. And I’m thankful you read along. ♡
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beautifully keeps
this sense
of place
alive, Audrey 🙂
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I’m honored you believe so, my friend. Thank you
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This is where I got some of this. It’s a little depressing, but good, too.
http://reallifemag.com/clickbait-thanatos/
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Thanks, Hemm. I’ll check it out. Your writing advice is always welcome here.
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I liked this one, too. We seem to be living in a time of forgetting, and poems that tell a story and serve as a narrative memory have fallen out of favor with people who are living fractured lives on their phones. But we need our stories. I’ve been drawn to this subject matter, too. Growing up in the country, what the land meant, and a kind of life that’s gone away. But it’s worth remembering.
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I’m thankful you believe so, Hemm. Thing is, I often find myself reflecting on what it must have been like, often or never doing the time justice. I’ve always been drawn to the history of this land, but know I would have never survived. Far too mushy. 🙂
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I know the feeling. But I suspect you would be ok. You are not descended from timid people, after all.
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Is it obvious from the red hair? Giggle.
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It might be that. You know what they say….:-) But more likely, it’s just that I have the impression that you would probably be the match for most things.
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It means a lot to have you say so, Hemm. You see strength. The same can be said for you..
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Really good, I did enjoy reading it.
Stay Frosty gentess
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Thank you, Charly. Glad you enjoyed this, too. A simpler time, indeed.
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I just felt in love with you
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LOL…that’ll pass. Trust me.
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No, not until you have a drink (this time has to be a cocke or something without alcochol)with me and hear me….. 😉 love ya
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Spain is full of beautiful non-drinking women! Open your eyes. ; )
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I have open them, and it is much better, lows and ups, but it beats the other crap,
so where are you from in the U.S…east coast or west…… na, you are a westie!
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Yes, a westie, as you say
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That was a Irish gang by the way
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Yikes. Maybe not a westie..
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But I do know you are still gonna write to me, belive it
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sadly this is so true. I love the way this poem draws you into that calm domestic scene. I could smell the bread and sense the homemade floors and hear the childrens laughter….then snapped back into reality. 😦 Brava!! My friend Poetess! Brava!!
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So many tough moments found in the heartland, but also many which warm my heart deeply. So happy you enjoyed, Morgan. xx
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Lovely description of the simple life. Loved the photo as well.
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Simple, yet so not, John. Thank you. I enjoyed finding this view awhile back. Here in Nebraska, nonetheless.
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🙂
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You’re a Midwesterner at heart, aren’t you, Audrey? You really should submit this one — photo and all — to something like Midwest Living. It’s a beautiful representation of the salt-of-the-earth mindset our forefathers had … and we long for!
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Yes, Ma’am, I believe so, but my soul is of the world. There isn’t a place I wouldn’t want to see. Very kind of you to say. Imagine! Suppose they’d consider me and my work? Giggle. Thank you
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Poignant
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Thanks. I loved pairing the two together, Susan.
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