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Leaping Spring
Spring leaps out of winter's ridged frame. Nimble, lithe and energetic. Welcoming children to play their games. The framed stillness of a winter day. Brightness glinting off the snow like someone plucked the stars from their stay But, spring soars like a dove. As rain falls on our shoulders. A cleansing from above
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Winter Moon
High up in the sky The Moon is shining brightly On snow covered firs Mountain stream muffled by ice Intricate snowflakes dancing
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The Lighthouse Child
Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! Toward this beacon, shining bright, And steer thy vessel safely, then. Proud Mother sings to little Gwen While Father goes to light the light. Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! Says weary Mother, 'Play, my hen, 'Here's wood, here's string – now, out of sight! 'And steer thy vessel safely, then.' Young Gwen returns with thoughts of when The sirens taught her songs of blight: Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! This lonely daughter has a yen. 'Come Father, Mother! Hug me tight, 'And steer thy vessel safely, then.' Now, self-made orphan girl of ten Sings from the rocks each unlit night, Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! And steer thy vessel safely, then.
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This is my entry into a 'Six Word Story' contest being held by 
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, details of which can be found at [link]
I chose my mother, who passed away after a long fight with cancer. The yellow rose is one of those I planted in her memory. She always loved roses and yellow roses in particular as she planted some in memory of my father.
and , details of which can be found at [link]I chose my mother, who passed away after a long fight with cancer. The yellow rose is one of those I planted in her memory. She always loved roses and yellow roses in particular as she planted some in memory of my father.
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