Grass blades reach towards me
Rain covers my skin
Summer allows for nature’s plea
And finally I’m with him again
Grass blades reach towards me
Rain covers my skin
Summer allows for nature’s plea
And finally I’m with him again
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
The possibility of summer is what makes the world go around this time of year, and this poem of yours fits the spirit of summer/autumn quite well. Wishing you well!
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I agree, my dear Dalo, possibilities lead us to strive forward in the best of ways, I think. You’ve snuck in to say hello again and I couldn’t be more excited to see your words. You’re very kind. I hope your visit home is treating you well. My best to you!
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I have lingered in the beauty… captured by your imagination
wrapped in natures palette… I am left with words of my un-normal-ness…
Ode to a fence post… or perhaps… something else….
Amongst the blades of grass
Reaching out for you
I have found my own reflection
Carefully woven tween strands of time
A touch of rain upon my mellowed bark
Head so humbly bowed in nature’s plea
Michael
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Maybe it’s in the way you openly come to me and show me what you’ve learned while lingering in my words. You leave footprints so I know I’m being heard. There really is no better feeling, and in turn I go forward making sure other voices are heard, as well. Showing love is so fantastic for the soul. Thank you, Michael.
Your poem….which contains just the right amount of testosterone…is gorgeous. I absolutely love this poem. Sits beautifully next to mine.
Thank you
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Sounds very hopeful – a good thing.
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It’s nice to share hopeful – someday maybe. 🙂
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Something strong and permanent about a fence that looks like this, ma’am. No wonder it evokes feelings of protection!
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Yes, this old fence does it for me. Simple lady, I guess. ♡ Thanks, Debbie
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Barbed wire? Maybe he’s not right.
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Oh, but do you see the care that has been given over the years. Adjustments, even if modern, have kept this fence functioning well past it’s years. Such love there, I believe. I yearn for that. Something beautiful about that, John. The barbed wire could just be her never allowing her guard down. I could go on and on with what this photo does for me. It brings to mind my desire to be myself.
I see your angle and you could be right about that, too. I may never know.
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I like your interpretation better.
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Helps when I express myself clearly, I suppose. I do like your interpretation, you know.
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🙂
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Lovely, in verse and in heart 🙂
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Morgan, you’re a delight. I love seeing you here. 🙂
Thank you
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I love being here 🙂 YOU Inspire me every single time I visit! (Possibility, later today is another you inspired!)
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What?! Aw, you’re too sweet. Humbled. You inspire me, Morgan.
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Very nice, Aud. Glad to read your verse this a.m. before leaving for work. 🙂
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Chum! I’m so happy to see a comment from you. You know what?..aww, just…well, thank you. You’ve been missed.
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Never left did he?
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In my mind, probably a hundred times. There’s an ache for him I can’t quite get a hold of..
Thank you, C
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The right question can be more useful than the right answer some days can’t it ma’am.
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Yes, Sir.
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Patience is a virtue. 🙂
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Yes, Ben, tis. I’ve never been good at that, you know.
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I was tempted to reply with “practice makes perfect” and gave in. And besides … 😉
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Giggle!
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