Friday, June 6, 2014

Peace Garden


























Under a sign routed
By a younger man,
Children nailed dreams,
Strung wooden beads
And wired hope on
Dawn-bleached palings.
Plantings came and went
But, despite failings,
Successes ensued:
Volunteers, years of
Oddments, seed-bearing
Birds made old
Dreams come true.


16 comments:

  1. i don't understand all but it seamed beautifull ...Dreams come true really ?

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  2. Given the life inside the words of this lovely poem "peace garden" feels redundant ... :)

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  3. Hey Geo! There's a wide slice of time here, but a single memory somehow =) Indigo

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    1. True! Somehow. Funny old world!

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  4. What a beautiful idea. Imagine all the people living life in peace... John Lennon.

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    1. Well, yes, we CAN imagine. Dear Emma, peace and life!

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  5. Very nicely written. Your posts and Norma's paintings encourage us to dream.

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  6. What a nice peaceful poem. Sounds like a grew place to go and relax. I love the photograph you found to go along with it.

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    1. Thanks Lady, photo is of a bit of garden 10 yards out our back door. Kids contrived things to add to it over a 30-year period.

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  7. What fitting words for picture! I'd happily pitch a tent in this calming garden!

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  8. The last two lines created a catch in my throat. Ep. There they are. Baby tears.

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