hope On the barren prairie These fertile plains lie empty No hint of vibrant life apparent Remnants of harvest glories Husks and stalks resist The tearing, bitter winds glean shreds of yesterday’s wonder Tattered hopes remain A tentative reminder of tomorrow’s bounty Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related Published by Debra Avery View all posts by Debra Avery
windy, barren, cold and goes on forever….
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At least it’s not the desert…
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