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Classic. Deserves to be read far and wide.

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Thank you, Judson

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I quite like the second verse.

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Thanks, John

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Repetition colors dimples impressions where the grass bent. Sonorous sensations; clouds come and go. Title tells the story wherever my father went. Footsteps still pressed I’m mind.

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Thank you, Richard

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Love the image, “morning clouds where they went”.

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Thanks, Stan

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Love love love!

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Ah, thank you Mary

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great poem thank you for sharing it , Jonathan .Peace to you

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thanks, mitch

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Good one.

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Thank you, Malcolm

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A lovely reflection though I found the resignation and regret rose like a wave as it finished; overflowing the beautify.

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Thanks, Patris -- good observation

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My favorite so far, but I’ve said that before … until the next one! ❤️

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Thank you, Christine

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Wonderful Jonathan. A soothing musicality. Thanks.

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grazie mille, fratello mio

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Oh such an incredible poem!

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Thanks, Brian

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This is so good, Jonathan! The repetition and cadence, like a lullaby, are just stunning.

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Thanks, Rod

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Bittersweet and fragile.

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Thank you, Mark

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Hey Jonathan (no h). Just got hip to you because you nodded at one of my posts. Read a few of the poems, like em much. Not to be a reductive putz, but I caught a little Gerard Manley Hopkins, intentional or not and wondered if your father played you the same Dylan Thomas record my dad played for me when I was seven, and heard that voice, and thought god himself was speaking, saying, "my boy, you will rhyme or die!"

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