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The stalwart oaks and maples wink a red blush
as spring tickles frost on the drive.
Morning’s frozen ruts, cut by yesterday’s labors,
jostle giggling children bound for breakfast –
sins now revealed and guilt instilled;
Sunday’s always thoughtful visit to redemption
before turning the winter rye.

Celebrating an end and beginning,
lost and new born gifts,
all wrapped here,
hearth warmed and rafter swung
among tears and labor equally spent
on memories piled upon memories

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 8/16/2018 10:22:00 AM
And once again..........you brought beauty and nostalgia....and made it look so easy. So lovely!
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Date: 8/4/2018 7:13:00 AM
'memories piled upon memories' . Excellent. Warm Wishes
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Date: 7/20/2018 11:32:00 PM
ohhh my. You never fail to blow me away with your poems, Craig.
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craig cornish
Date: 7/31/2018 2:57:00 PM
Thank you dear Becca
Date: 7/3/2018 4:36:00 AM
Your beautifully flowing poetry is always such a joy to read, Craig. T.J
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craig cornish
Date: 7/31/2018 2:57:00 PM
Honored Teppo, Thank you