our buzzards went away during the summer, they just came back this week, so did the crows..
That conjured up visions.
Makes me think of a line of battle-weary men, trudging along for days, and some not making it.
Stark and good.
Excellent write :)
Those things that a person needs to forget stand out in this poem!
I passed a farmer's field not far off from yesterday, and there sat a murder of crows munching on the corn field that was left. I wonder what kinds of problems this brings? Farmers always seem to hate buzzards.
Very gothic!Lynne x
As the person above said, this is VERY gothic..... We don't see buzzards here --but we always see them when we go to Mt. Nebo, Arkansas... I got some good pictures of some one year when we were there.... Hugs,Betsy
nicely clearly stated, the moving on processhave a good weekmuch love...
The struggle never ends....:)JP
Things we need to forget, but have difficulty in doing so...and in some instances, that's not such a bad thing.
That was good. :)
A sublime demonstration of less being much, much more!
Hmmmmmm . . .
Oh I know that feeling!
very interesting thought.
Ah, it's maybe hard sometimes to decide if humans have to intervene in the nature...
Good, good, and then some. You are terse but drag up images despite the benison of forgetfulness.
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