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Parched Memory From 1969

Pedaling along a rocky road, a dusty road, a hot and sunny road. Pedaling past dry, rocky fields, dry, dusty fields, hot and sunny fields. Surprised to see a lily flower, a lonely flower, a kid stoning it. Pedaling back The setting sun lay low across the field. Boy, flower and memory are long gone.

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Date: 1/17/2017 6:21:00 AM
Very vivid picture you paint here Paul, and metaphorically speaking... a memory with deep and profound meaning. Great writing. Elaine
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Paul Schroeder
Date: 1/17/2017 5:07:00 PM
Thanks for your comments Elaine. I don't know about speaking metaphorically, but it happened. I was a young Peace Corps volunteer in India at the time. All my life I'm into getting things to grow--not as in my poem, destroying the one thing that sprouted and blossomed. Paul
Date: 1/3/2017 9:35:00 PM
Hi Paul. Sweet! : ) (I don't have any stones right now, but still here.)
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