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Life goes on.
You can bend back with
Reflections.

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The photo is mine of a view near the Green River Covered Bridge,
Guilford, Vermont.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

 

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Sonnet 44 – Life Goes On

God gave the spark to start this spinning world;
By saying, “Let it be”, the world became.
His Son sustains it so it’s still unfurled –
Or, like old cloth, He’d roll it up and flame. 

The sun, through seasons, climbs the waiting sky
And pumps his power to the panting earth
That it should still have strength to qualify
As place for life’s allotted special berth.  

And when a man and woman wed in bliss,
Become as one in walking this world’s ways,
No spark can ever marvel more than this:
That forth would come a son, extending days.  

   As long as there is Son and sun and son,
   Life on this pleasant planet is not done.  

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My fourth grandchild and second grandson, Jackson, was born on Jan.30, 2014. This poem existed in germ, as the last two lines, prior to that day.  But the rest was written on the day of his birth, and is dedicated to Jackson, and his parents. 

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First stanza – Jesus sustains the world (Heb.1:2,3,10-12)

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photo by vivekchugh at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mf0taNQ/Bonding

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

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………Confederate Graves

They fought and died and this is left –
The narrow space that’s for them cleft,
The ground they won while rest was lost
And this long rest is what it cost. 

The markers mark where men were placed,
Since memories of each erased
As mourners lived remaining years,
Remembering, with bitter tears. 

Then, like a distant cannon’s roar,
Their flowers faded, were no more,
E’en letters on the stones wear ‘way
With weather and the passing day. 

It was a life men could not bear
To part with, yet, they parted there
With slaves that were the warring cause.
And though there was the slightest pause,
Most men went on to live quite well,
Less why men suffered shot and shell.
Less men who suffered shot and shell.

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photo by rkirbycom (Roger) at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nVrgvTE/Confederate+Headstone

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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