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FAREWELL BOUQUET TO TONYDA
LIFE…. to move on
and a winning purpose
in every
coming
and going.
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Birds.
Fly away sometimes
todistant lands
and come back
more refreshed
for having flown
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A suitcase full
for new living
fresh seeds
for sowing, growing
new plants
for bearing
fruit-
and yet all along
the gentle
unforgotten touch
of a sometime past
ploughing and sowing
reaping and sharing
a much cared for
harvest
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Footprints made
and remade..
washed away
by the sea…
disturbed
by winds
and yet still
traceable
because
they were not
made only
on the sands….
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and
the
tall
stately
gentle
green
sentinels
still
rememeber….
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Then WHEN it happened
or the HOW it happened
not so important as
the THAT it happened
because of which
you and i
can still run
on different beaches
on different sands
near different shores
at different paces
and still
be together….
and then the sun
ran up to distant shores
evening winds
caressed answers to
questioning minds
turbulent waves
foamed stories
of days we ran
across the gentle sands
together.
Briskly done
those little notes
from day to day
talk of little stars
daytime fancies
halves for you and me
little bits
of goodly sharings
and nothing lost
when given.