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Tallyho
Contributed by
Durango
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Thursday, 22nd March 2018 @ 06:45:16 PM in AEST
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FamilyPoems
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I wake up from the skys light And my feet hit the floor, Out of bed, to start my day; Dont do coffee, Morning news or fast grease, Just show me the sun and Im on my way.
Im standing on the starting line, A new project begins to form, Theres so much to do; I cant find an extra hour To plan, measure and cut, All before the day is through.
Afternoon is already here, Some parts of the day Can crumble like unbuttered toast But the wife and sons are coming home And I can smell the slow cooker Stewing on that tender pot roast.
Evening is actively restful, Life is sprinting into night, I reflect on what was done and what will be; Dinner is over, balls are tossed, trees are climbed, What a life to be living, What an interesting journey.
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Re: Tallyho
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Friday, 23rd March 2018 @ 03:35:03 AM AEST (User
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You have condensed a whole day into this poem and what fun to walk it with you. I can smell the pot roast!
Not many of us examine a day in our lives with appreciation as you have, and we bear reminding that life is indeed an interesting journey.
If we had to keep a journal, life would be much slower to pass and we would realize how generous our days have been.
I love the title...do you always carry a riding crop?
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Re: Tallyho
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Saturday, 24th March 2018 @ 01:10:14 AM AEST (User
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Great write.
blessings,
emy |
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