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Author Name: Freemary444 7 Comments
Date Added: November 14, 2009 21:11:08 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I am a harvest of winter's yield
represented by grains in a field
I never heard it call my name
I knew not when the harvest came
nor when the wheatfields turned to gold
nor when the stalks began to fold
Winter came with pouring rains
and weathered all the golden grains
the gold turned to a silvery grey
each sunset brought another day
The days unfolded into years
The years turned into fears
Golden grains and silver strands
The heart no longer understands
Winter's chill and frozen rain
many years the fields have lain
Weathered fields and wasted years
turn to joy as harvest nears
Mary F. Charest
September 23, 2009

Author's Notes:
Just thinking of how the years have flown by.
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Comment By: Freeb w mayer on December 3, 2009 10:25:52 AM Report
What a wonderful theme...I think you should continue to work this one...maybe remove words that are often repeated and replace them with other images...I think you will be well pleased with the results!!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on November 17, 2009 04:03:30 PM Report
Ahhhh....Golden grains....into silver....The wisdom, the knowledge, the passing from path to path.....I love your analogy, Mary....Lovely write....Harvesting now...
Margaret....a friend in the Light...

Comment By: FreeLORETTA PITILLI on November 15, 2009 09:09:01 PM Report
     A lovely poem about introspecton...and so we are left with the memories.  Thinking back we remember the tears, fears and joys.And how in the present moment we are thankful for each harvest  The years have refined our thinking about how very precious each of these moments are.  Enjoyed the write.  Loretta

Comment By: FreeJessica Ruth Myr on November 15, 2009 11:46:45 AM Report
This is beautiful, and I really like the brief departures from the strict rhythm.  They give it a sense of slowing down and being timeless, while the words themselves remind so strongly of how time can pass.  A gorgeous write.
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on November 15, 2009 10:02:04 AM Report
Gosh, it's hard not to take this personally. It could easily be part of a memoir for some of us. Well done, Mary. ML
Comment By: FreeAndrew on November 14, 2009 10:05:34 PM Report
the references to gold and silver are very rich (no pun intended) - a great read
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 14, 2009 09:53:48 PM Report
The years  fly away as fast as a northern wind.....thundering down the mountains....


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