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Little adobe house on 160 acres She grows flowers. I grow corn Tomatoes, watermelon, etc. Peace, love, hope, and joy Grow themselves Porch faces orange blazes Draped over the rugged Mules And a barn owl hoovers over An old water tank with a bunny In her talons for her So-ugly-they're-cute hatchlings Ladder leaned on it to climb up and see 'em Brothers and sisters drive from town For Bible Study Every Friday night... After the Word there's coffee and treats And men load up the truck Armed rabbit assassins Patrol Charlie's alfalfa fields While back at the house Women laugh and Children play Extra rooms For friends who want to Spend the night Saturday mornings Coffee and bacon waffles In Charlie's pond across the road Bass to catch Beautiful, glorious days Last night I dreamed That in this economy Where shelter's scarce I was back at the ranch With a hundred millenials All of whom, knew me The adobe house was remodeled Terracotta with green and red Lots of black wrought iron Railings, fences, and gates Rooms added onto Big as a mansion Dirk came to weld more iron With his crew And I was trying to make everyone leave Then I went out towards the pond And got lost in a huge coal field A stranger appeared and I asked How to go back to the road And a sheriff stopped me with his gun We, (well it felt like you) Took his gun from him But you wouldn't let me shoot him And I didn't I woke up... missing all that we had Your home-made bread Love by the fire After kids went to bed It was incredible What we did What we made What we grew Our little boys in their cowboy hats Playing under the giant cottonwood Our big sprawling porch every evening Watching the orange purple fire Spread itself over the valley And fade into embers Sparkling the big black night Like those sunsets, we raged and died Time after time after time after time Until we didn't My dear, sweet, Warm, loving, Beautiful Ex- You're still so good to me after all Praying for your family In that little old church Where I lost my faith so long ago Quit being the man you used to know Something I still believe in though And always will

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Date: 8/4/2022 11:14:00 AM
New life, new memories will not diminish the old memories that remain so sweet. Linda
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Steven Young
Date: 8/4/2022 5:35:00 PM
True, Linda, and I think age and experience make all of them sweeter, the old and the new. Thanks ;)
Date: 8/1/2022 2:46:00 PM
Hey Steven, that's some mighty fine poetic writing. Loved every line from beginning to end. Only one suggestion though: Use the same imagery in an essay or some other prose or even a "Proem." Great story line. Write on, Terry
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Date: 8/1/2022 3:26:00 PM
Yeah, just had that dream. Stirred up some stuff, rich memories, mostly. Needs some smoothing out in places but it was good to appreciate the time of my life again. The imagery will most likely follow me around in other works. Thanks for the comment.

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