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)
One Woman's Quest II 
What a delightful surprise to open your post and find those brown-eyed beauties and their haiku!
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So glad, Liz.
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🙂
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VJ, I hear a Van Morrison song coming on….”ooh, my brown-eyed girl.” Keith
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Now that you mention it, I hear it, too!
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That song might have been on my mind, Keith, lol.
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Lovely comparison!
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Thank you!
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I like this, especially the last line. Thank you for posting this poem.
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Thanks Geri!
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So good: “celestial flirt”
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Thanks!
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks friend!
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You’re welcome friend! 🙂
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They are rather flirty!
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Always catch my eye!
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