In sepia tones, a young girl and her sisters
Stand in fresh cut hay,
Their brother handsome, uniformed
Together all beside the barn.
Time’s passing fades the colors as we see
A young boy stretching up to grasp his mothers arm,
And bright now at the break of day
A daughter and her daughter, loving, smile.
These fragments of a life may frame the tale,
But writ across them runs a second text.
Traditions acted out before the glowing hearth,
Cross generations through the female line.
The rules of duty, service, purpose and enduring faith
Sound out the slow and steady rhythms of her life
And bind the past and future into one.
A contest entry
- Contest for over age of 50 by misticmoonlite.
675 points, ended March 22, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This poem is very vivid. as I read it I can actually see the images you ave penned in these lines.The poem is full of emotions. well done! leave it alone as is.
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I really appreciate that this poem is not vague. If that makes sense at all to you, the way I see it, a lot of poetry fails to become personal. I feel taht when it becomes personal, it is something to remember. This is a distinctive work. The setting and personal account that you bring in cannot be redone. Good Work. The feelings and emotions are all there.
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this shows of family tradition/bonds and nicely worded to quote a well worded piece, thank you for this entry, good luck
MM
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