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All My Memories

All my memories
kept in the barn
of life
swept
away.

And the prairie is
clean for another
phase to begin
as life renews.

Like the wheat in spring
it always
comes back
ready for the
harvest.

Author notes

Just a deep feeling that I have today about the cycle of life.

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The cycles of life continue and under God all things are possible.

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  • ea silver member
    June 13, 2008

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    This is a good reminder. Not sure I ever thought about the mowing in this way, making room for the new hay - we are reading the Little House books at the moment, though, so this resonates.


  • marlene47 silver member
    June 7, 2008

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    Lovely piece, philosophically spoken, expressing with simple truth the progression of life and the memories it gave and still gives you, swept into your barn.
    Congratulations on the silver.
    Marlene


  • wave picture frame
    June 1, 2008
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    puts life in perspective nicely

    i think you've captured that deep feeling really well here, because i'm getting a deep feeling from reading this. i wonder if it's the same feeling? beautiful write, simply portrying something that is so mind bending, so simply. really well written. thankyou friend. -Jamie


  • Samplette gold member
    May 29, 2008

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    This is a great write. A wonderful connection to the picture as well. Thank you very much for entering the contest.
    Sam

  • joy4seen
    May 26, 2008
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    Great write! I am glad we do have memories! especially the good ones!

  • imahealer
    May 26, 2008
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    EXCELLENT

    NO matter what disasters hit us, life does run in cycles, and countries, cities, towns, lives, torn apart by natural disasters, always rebuild. Where there is life, there is hope. Your metaphors capture the essence of rebirth. Best wishes. Beautiful poem.

    Linda

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