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Another Will Be Born

A new year is almost upon us and this poem I wrote in August of 1998 after watching a summer storm seems fitting somehow. Another year… I am grateful… enough said.

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Grass Stains

One of the kids (grownup now) from the old neighborhood in Buckeye, Arizona was quizzing me on the Internet yesterday about old neighbors, vacant lots we played ball in and the likes. Made me think of this poem I wrote back when I was writing lots of them. It’s called Grass Stains, and I bet everyone of you guys know what I’m talking about.

Posting this to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, and Poetry Palace’s Thursday Poets Rally #59 

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