Fence of my youth still standing
where birds of prey rest,
repair for soaring.
Fence of my youth still standing
where birds of prey rest,
repair for soaring.
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I love the space and the Wyoming-ness of this. 🙂
janet
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Good. It must be a state of mind. 🙂
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It’s the state of my mind (at least in summer.) 😉
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Got it!
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That picture reminds me of landscape around a small town in southern British Columbia called Grand Forks.
I had to look up the word “repair” because I thought “Is John playing with the old meaning ‘to return’ along with fixing up?” Lots of engaging images in such a short poem.
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Damned if I wasn’t, thanks for taking the time.
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Wonderful capture!
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Thanks, Tina. I kept waiting to get a closer shot of the Kite hovering and settled with the fence when he landed, much happier with the results than what I was after. Just goes to show 🙂
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Lovely. Really, really lovely.
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Thank you, Merilee — and thanks for the follow. 🙂
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I’m traveling uo your way tomorrow. I’ll honk and wave to the East!
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Up. Sorry…
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OK, I got it. 🙂
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The words are as great as the photo, John. Love ‘repair’ in contrast to ‘youth’ and ‘standing’ to ‘rest.’
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Thank you. I tried the photograph in black and white, but liked the color of the wild oats too much. And as shabby as the fence looks, it must be working with feed on one side and fairly bare on the other.
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