There it rests in the reeds
Along a quiet marsh
Darkened wood with rusted sutures
Weather worn and harsh
One lone oar lays aside
A crabtrap tossed and broken
The quiet breaks for a small sloop
Shiney, new and oaken
Between the two the memory
Lies in the older boat
For painted flakes that dot the sides
For the memories still afloat
So true, sort of compares well to life this poem. I feel like the old dory on the shore as my younger gerenration wave on the way by but it is still a great place for the grandchildren to play as is grandpa house.
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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You poignantly and brilliantly portray times passed...:)
The picture is very telling
Peter
Felix
Lies in the older boat
Many a fond memory resides within my old boat, too, Susan. Really like this poem.
Your verse underscores the image brilliantly; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.