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morwen
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Winter Wheat Child
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Feb 27 22:42 UTC 2002 |
Once upon an Autumn afternoon,
Together, he and I,
We planted a seed.
Together.
Now, with Spring approaching quickly,
I put my hand to the ground where the seed was buried
And feel the roots moving into place.
Before long,
I know there will be a seedling.
A tiny plant
That he and I will be responsible for,
Because we planted that little seed
Together
Once upon an Autumn afternoon.
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flem
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response 1 of 6:
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Feb 27 23:26 UTC 2002 |
I don't remember reading anything of yours that I've liked better, morwen.
I like how consistent the metaphor remains, how simple and direct and
clearly developed it is. The slight reversal of planting in autumn
and ripening in spring deepens works well, too.
Good show.
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russ
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response 2 of 6:
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Feb 28 02:43 UTC 2002 |
Maybe the title should be "winter wheat child"; plant in the
autumn, reap in the spring.
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jaklumen
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response 3 of 6:
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Feb 28 04:22 UTC 2002 |
I'll agree with both sentiments.
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morwen
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response 4 of 6:
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Mar 5 01:46 UTC 2002 |
Okay. I was desperate for a title for this when I wrote it anyway.
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russ
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response 5 of 6:
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Mar 6 02:30 UTC 2002 |
I'm flattered.
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morwen
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response 6 of 6:
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Mar 7 22:51 UTC 2002 |
You're complimented. Thanks.
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