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A fireball red touches pine trees Tiny flickers peek through gaps Colors cast upon the low clouds Never follow a map What will this day bring forth for all Will their be sunshine or rain As the horizon slowly changes Into lives can come pain The day presented enjoyment Our family time was warm The meal shared delicious farm foods Love fords prodigious storms My family comes most Wednesdays.. If I am able, I prepare a fresh homecooked meal..

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James Fraser

Date: 7/27/2014 1:03:00 PM

If I'm ever passing Sara, I'll make sure it's a Wednesday. Lovely poetry if I may say so, James......

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/25/2014 5:55:00 PM

Hello Sara, it's been a long time.... Thank you for sharing this warm side of you. I bet your family looks forward to the homecook meal....Linda

Kelly Deschler

Date: 7/25/2014 1:10:00 AM

I love to cook whenever my family comes to my home. I learned a lot from my Grandma, because she cooked homemade meals everyday for her family and it was always eaten!.... Your words have that cozy feel, and a nice warmth to them which is so enjoyable! Very nicely done, Sara!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/24/2014 8:30:00 PM

you paint a very warm picture of this pleasant day. It's great you have this tradition. For us it was Sunday with grandparents growing up.

Matthew Anish

Date: 7/24/2014 5:09:00 PM

One of my grandmothers was a great cook. The other collected recipes but didn't use them. I am sure you make great meals for your family. Peace & Love Matthew Anish