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THE SEED (in the beginning)

My father was a Poet in his bygone days there were his ‘Ode to a Kite Hawk’ and poems on Indian ways. He wrote of love for Mother and of David too there were his words of Christian faith and a prayer or two. When I used to know him before he sadly died he would show his poems to me with modest pride. But I was too young to see the light, of the seed he’d sown in me at that time, I did not take to words of poetry. Then one late November day as I sat there in my room I heard on the radio someone sing words to a classic tune. My head was suddenly full of words running around in rhyme could it be the seed he’d sown had found its harvest time? Now, I’m just beginning, in this moment of time to see if I can also write something down in Rhyme. I’d like to think the way he wrote now lives inside of me and I too can write some words in verse like him as poetry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/17/2012 6:53:00 AM
Good morning.. Tim... Stopping by to read a few of my favorite poems... Still a very fine poem.... Always..pd
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Date: 3/29/2010 7:08:00 AM
Honesty written about your journey to poetic maturity Blessings Tim
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Date: 3/26/2010 8:21:00 AM
Praise to you . I have my deepest bone inthis one . I got the chills all over my arms. To know what you say is true. I am moved by this, because this my very own story. Favs. in hand.
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