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 May 2016 Tom Blake
Sedoo Ashivor
The glowing moon peeps
Through the floating hazy clouds
It's a quiet night.
Freeborn ?
Nay ! Born in *******
to the wiles of life
in ways we need to understand .

Only rebel
against the iniquities we bear
as scars across our mental backs .

Freedom is at best
a dream that's dreamed
in the solitude
of howling winds
"as the times they are a'changing"
but never really does
 May 2016 Tom Blake
Cynthia Jean
i see the petunias ,  lilacs and  forsythia.

the tomatoes , strawberries,  grapes and  pine cones

and the squirrels

in my garden

and i know God is there


and He brings me gifts

of flowers and sunshine

and butterflies

and hummingbirds

and sweet, sweet air

and i know God is there


He lets me play in the garden

my garden is

my art


He brings me lilies and daisies and asters

marigolds and sweet alyssum

...memories from grandmas


a magnolia and butterfly bushes

from my sons


foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend


and bittersweet geraniums...

memories

of my mama's

grave...


cj 2016
my garden is my therapy, and God's gift to me
Cry
Another
Noisy
Tear
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