This dirt fragments of the ancients The fathers & brothers turning its weathered surface to glean nourishment hidden within Planting seeds and praying for rain The inheritance only tears soaking into the land Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
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Gorgeous writing, makes me want to put my wellies on and get out into the countryside. A bit far away seeing as I’m in London but your poem brings it to me door!
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Thank you! I’m so glad that you liked it!
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Oh, Penny, the part of me rooted in the Minnesota prairie loves this. This sense of place, of legacy of history, of family.
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Thank you, Audrey. I am a “country soul” at heart. This kind of thing tugs at me.
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Such a deep and emotional poem. I really love it. It reminds of a phrase I once used in one of my poems “And all this feels more like whimper”. Great work, keep on writing ❤
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my Dear Friend. ❤
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Wow! I really loved this, Penny!! Photo is really amazing!
Really loved your ending lines:
Planting
seeds and praying
for rain
The inheritance
only tears
soaking into
the land
xoxox
😘💕🌹😁
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Very beautifully versed
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Thank you!
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You are very welcome
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