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By Richard L. Provencher
Wed, 05 Aug 2020
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dew-drop not as
well known as a rain-drop
made its way
down the stalk of a
wild flower – an aster
alongside a country road
unseen and unable
to show its shine
and the dew-drop glistens
in its march
to roots below.
The soil quite dry
in the heart of this vale
an impeded flow
from scabrous skin
without regular moisture.
But this dew-drop cares not
for excuses in his striving
to bring one drop of moisture-
finally – splat.
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a flower blushed unseen
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste it's sweetness on the desert air -Thomas Gray
Well Richard, at least we saw your poem hey? And a good one at that. Congrats with the Cherries!
&& Nolan
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