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SEVENTEEN and WILLY'S WINGS
A Son ~ far away ~ too far South Dakota ~ now his Wedding Anniversary, "Seventeen" here in Nebraska, the Midwest time evolves ~ into space! Miles and miles ~ the ducks fly over they have a port, almost their own Country, so free to choose their habitat, now in pieces from the flood! Their homing, people know and an anniversary . . . seventeen years go on ~ unnoticed, until the numbers rise, and we look back! Calculating, all our difficulties, in a stack and we forget ~ those little times God was there, through all the flack like neighbors, friends, they counter-act! Just yesterday at the grocery swop and later on to the Co-op, the clerks seemed distanced, just a job, a catfood purchase, nutrients robbed! Remarkably, one employee's grace was prevalent ~ I said to case "The Wings aren't at the door no more" the guy just smiled ~ all o'er his face! "Just send a cake" I thought, "Espree" the kids will love, their heart's still free! But here within, the weight in me the maybe next time ~ there I'll be! A quiet knock upon the door I thought, a friend, my interest soared The Iowa hunter ~ Willy's name of just beaming ~ apptitude seem scored! He pointed to a black trash bag filled up ~ he held, something inside . . . "You hunt for ducks, the breast just nab" the camp note left, as to confide! While my cats linger at my door, nothing to do ~ or just live for, "their lazy" ~ waiting ~ my food store while only sleeping, more & more! A bargain strike, the neighbor's lore is super full ~ they hunt each day and all but "breast" they throw away, I'll ask for what is left ~ OK!! "There's seventeen" ~ my neighbor spoke with feathers, "wings", minus the quack you only had to, only ask, God answers need, he sees your task! Now seventeen, the numbers lack became full blown, my heart, took back, how kindness seems to interceed, the darkest moment, to retrieve! The smallest gift can fill a need that goes unnoticed, yet proceeds to show His scope ~ God's faithful reed through love and witness, take the lead! Now Seventeen will always bring a numbers witness to esteem!
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