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The Sunflowers

The flowers are exceptionally cold this season The rain leaves much to be desired Mr. & Mrs Sunflower are expecting seedlings. Good old sounds of pitter-patter on the mud; "Delve deep little ones - for the earth is rich and good". Standing two meters tall Where did I leave me shovel? Grannies dead and buried, Grandad he went to war. Yes, in our house, like a bees -nest There's honeydew; it feeds us Gosh, I am so very tired I need to take a rest Lying here - just catch my breath Let Mother Nature do the rest R.I.P as they will say One day upon my grave Lest we pray; behold, my children laugh And rise again shall I, Through the wonders of an age old myth Of time and evolution - life! Now praise the Lord my soul to give And keep me warm inside A glow of peace in troubled times My memories, a myth God Bless You! © all rights are reserved B M Coldwell
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Oct 13, 2011
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