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Reaching For Repose

My bones ache and sag,
Worn from years of working

In heavy bluegrass autumn air,
Destitute of care, of love,

Hollow through and through,
Lost in doldrums, desperate bloom,

Longing for the earth,
Reaching for repose.

I’m eager for leisure,
Yearning for the dirt,

For the ground gives fortune like no other,
Silence, too, and stillness,

And when it finds me,
As it finds us all,

I’ll be waiting, smiling,
Reaching for repose.


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    • Thank you! I know I seem to get a little busy with everything else so it makes it hard to complete! Am juggling 2 at the moment πŸ™‚ Thanks for letting me know and I will most definitely stop by again – great blog πŸ™‚

  1. I liked this photo. Thats the thing about photographing, if one is not trying to be one, all one would see here is an “out of order” fan, as a wannabee photographer this fan is a find… πŸ™‚ And about the words, I liked them too.

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