New Straw
Late summer scent
New straw sweet
Cut and drying
Save morning due
The cooler nights
And now at first light
Reaching low over hills of gold
This glow and the harvest
Of my heart opening
Each new day
To love
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Saturday, September 20, 2008
New Straw
The other day, at my desk at work, for some reason I picked up a scent like none other so rich and comforting. It took me back to my boyhood on the farm. And this morning a golden glow out my morning window . . . In my journal I brought it together in verse:
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This lovely poem brought the same memories back of my youth on our farm. Not many would be able to pick out the source of that unique scent. Well done Ardi.
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