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Rebirth
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Lillian Sara Cauldwell
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
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I walk
a day's walk
on my land
seeing
to the fences
that once
stood straight.
But, now
the latch
is broken
wind and ice
have seen to that.
I poked
at the dirt
the spaces
where I have
planted
bulbs and seed
amid
snow and
daily cold air.
As
the flowers
shoot past
their labored estate,
I mark them all
with
withered cornstalks
to show off
their rebirth
of life
on a savage
winter's day.
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| Reviewed by Scott Franklin |
8/21/2005 |
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Lovely imagery, excellent write.
Scott |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
2/27/2004 |
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| Moving emotions supported by wonderful imagery. Love and peace to you, Lillian. Regis |
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| Reviewed by Laurie Anthony |
2/11/2004 |
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| I like the images, the hope at the end, your choice of words! Thanks, |
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| Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz |
2/11/2004 |
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How familiar this is to me!
And how beautiful a hope is expressed here. We
might apply this very premise to our own lives
when they feel "used up and brown." |
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