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Bear Mountain Widow's Tale

Sweeping the dust and mud From plank floors--mending and quilting Needles, thread, and braiding scrapes Baking days and washing Mondays Tubs of water, fires and aching backs The cabin sitting small In the shadows of redwoods and pines It was harder and lonelier Then I ever could have known Laying in the light less nights Listening to the creaks and groans For I was young and foolish once Filled with the girlish dreams and hopes Of loving eternally and making a home It was harder and lonelier Then I ever could have known Those dreams faded through the years In the salty fog of the hardship, the dust, The tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/1/2011 12:59:00 AM
ps. And i hope that writing a BUNCH of new ones is YOUR new year's resolution.
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Date: 1/1/2011 12:58:00 AM
gosh, it sounds as if you actually lived this. You are a wonderful writer. I think I told you this before. The way you repeat certain ideas and thoughts in your poetry, the way you show, not just tell us! thanks so much for reading several of my poems. I wish i Had more of yours to read! LUv, Andrea
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Date: 4/21/2010 4:37:00 PM
Delightful read Linda, i could picture exactly what your words were saying. Thank you for sharing >> James
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Date: 4/21/2010 5:55:00 AM
A fine write. I enjoyed it
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