Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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The Freshly Dug Grave

Pines release their yellow pollen
Gold coats all surfaces
Unaware of the freshly grave dug
Sadness family faces

A lovely spring day for some gathered
Rain clouds for others there
Standing side by side each person
Of emotions unaware

Yellow swallowtail butterfly
Floats 'pon spring's breeze
A pleasant surprise on this day
Graces the grave with ease

New life expressed through its soft flight
Yellow, bright, and sunny
Much like the deceased's pleasant life
She lived quiet and homey  

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Robert Lindley March 29, 2015 at 12:23 PM A7. Beauty and sadness are not strangers. We often think how sad something so beautiful has to die but imagine earth if nothing died. This is a gem that shines for many reasons, not the least of which is its message, even in death life carries forth.. Bravoooooooooo!!!!

Jack Horne March 28, 2015 at 5:32 AM what a beautiful and thoughtful poem

Anne-Lise Andresen March 27, 2015 at 9:24 AM - Awesome! - I wish you a beautiful and relaxed weekend, dear Sara :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

David Fisher March 26, 2015 at 7:35 PM I love this poem...when reading the title I was drawn to read it and was entertained.

Jaycee Cervenka March 26, 2015 at 8:58 AM Very lovely job illustrating the juxtaposition of the end of life with the newness of Spring. The butterfly on the grave--Beautiful.~Jan

Constance La France March 26, 2015 at 8:42 AM Sara, I love, love, love this poem, a bit different for you but you captured beauty where sadness exists, so well written, a perfect 7 . . . .

James Peranteau March 26, 2015 at 7:53 AM Beautiful dear poet ! A pleasant journey through this write...TY Have a bless day ! Much love, james

Emile Pinet March 26, 2015 at 7:23 AM The freshness of life and sting of death are well represented in your words and comes out well in your poem as they adorn the page with their starkness of truth and sadness. Emile.