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Disrupted
It's been a CoVID while since I was in this space. I'm here today to muse about disruption. I am feeling disrupted. I don...
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I have been pondering these words for the last 2 days because of this: It snowed on Saturday. Since then we have had rain and sun a... -
I had the gift of a few hours yesterday of just being a daughter, sister and aunt......hanging with my parents and my sister and her littl... -
I am too close to this issue, and too sad/mad/disheartened to write anything less than a rant.......but I found Cheryl's blog and I t...
Wordless Wednesday prompted a childhood memory
ReplyDeleteI THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
Thank you - a wonderful poem!
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