Anil Deo Poet Acrostic

Bubbling Springs

When we had small farms, the child in me loved natural springs
Almost every memory of farming has a bubbling spring choir -
These days, as I recycle water from my sink in bottles, for my plants
Each day, I hear ancient music our tribes smiled at, near pond and wells
Real Magic: Life and WATER. Garden. Family. Farm. Food. Freedom Music

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 13, 2020 at 8:53 PM I love this so much. You make me smile. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 13, 2020 at 9:18 PM ...and appreciate the way the brain remembers, sounds, smells... Anil Deo June 13, 2020 at 9:07 PM Every time i fill the bottles, hear the sounds og gurgling happy H2O, I think of my childhood on the farm. We lost most our farms - Indians did due to GROUP AREAS ACT - but the LORD left love of Nature and precious water, within my soul. Maybe I knew U would appreciate my RECYCLING