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…stories and poetry to touch, teach, & turn the heart toward truth.

Junk Heaps & Hay Bales

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I remember…

chasing the little critter

quick, white, and black

what a stinker

it could have been

but spared us our foolish plight

hay bale

I remember…

climbing giant bales of straw

kings of the mount

what heights we found

in the flat lands

scaling bold the hay-mow’s height

I remember…

how little we knew of fear

of life’s dangers

of wisdom’s pause

how blessed we were

we learned to dream in real life

I remember…

exploring wide tree-lined fields

junk-heap play grounds

burrows in grass

old-shed playhouse

we were sheep, mice, birds, and bears

I remember…

and I treasure deep inside

the mem’ries made

but wouldn’t trade

them for today

life is meant to be lived now

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Author: Clayton from tales2apoint

Stories and poetry to teach, touch, & turn hearts to truth. I love God, my wife, & others. I'm indebted to their love.

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