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Wed 7 Feb, 2007 06:52 pm
After Frost
The soil is lovely moist and deep
where sprightly earthworms plow,
The April rains upon us seep
though we don't feel them now,
No need to laugh, no need to weep,
no feelings, sight, or sound,
and no more promises to keep,
beneath the fertile ground.
-jjorge
Well, jjorge, I lost my first response, so this is another attempt.
I really like this poem; it shows that you have not lost your "sight, or sound, or feel" for beauty and the earth.
Thank you Letty, for the kind words.
jjorge
Check your PM's punkin' head. Incidentally, I don't say that I like something if it's not what I feel, jjorge
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