The memory of life in my front door Remains a secret deep within the wood What came from the tree will never forget What is of earth is of earth understood When it reminds us of what we live for
The forest of a hundred years ago Is present in this door a century And all of us who sprang from earth should know The memory is not forgotten yet There is kinship between this door and me Which runs as deep in fall as sap and blood
And when the winter comes the wood will show That it remembers long-forgotten snow
This seems to fit most aptly here, Stevie. We've just had a major snowstorm and everything is white out there. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Excellant write old friend as I sit here this morning up in Canada waiting for our first snowfall of the season. Snow and forests play so much in the memories both conscious and sub conscious of our lifes, snow covers and hides the sins of the world as our memories can often hide our own sins. Well done old friend.
I am so in tune with this write...Everything that has life...will live, even beyond obvious reason or purpose!
This is such a COOL write! In more ways than one! Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Very nice, Steven -- I've often wondered what stories something like an old door or a window could tell, if they could. You've actually touched on that personification with your poem! Well done, my friend.
Love,
CJ
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Keep'em comming,
God Bless,
Lew
Fee
This is such a COOL write! In more ways than one! Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
CJ