Planted seeds for prosperity –images of children frolickingthe delight of yellow horizonstradition setting our fields ablaze Till greed came knocking –brother turning on brother Rhetoric and lies shrapnelshattering our dreams Only the deer frolic nowunwitting participants inthis unprovoked slaughterland mines defiling landscapes But seeds are not lost,nor are the legacy of generationswhose soil has known […]
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Dove’s mournful cryspotlights Nature’s calling –Let us find a harmonic notesing along for conservation,for preservation, for a strongtomorrow – find our voicesand join the chorus. (Image my own)
VJ, great pic, alliterative title and nice poem. Those “flirtatious Susans.” Love it, Keith
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Thanks Keith!
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Love. I can hear myself reciting this to my Susan’s in the garden.
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Thanks Heather.
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A pleasure.
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Your poem is a perfect description! So lovely V.J.! ❤
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Thank you, Deborah.
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