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Crossing Over

rene~2009

the old birch had fallen
a sad thing, many of the townsfolk had said
something once so tall and majestic
now laid down so low
but the children...
they saw it differently
the old birch had changed, yes
but into a wonderful thing
it had simply become a bridge

Peace ~ Rene

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  1. Casey FreelandJune 22, 2010 at 12:25 AM

    Ah, sweet perspective. If any two things save is world it will be love and perspective. And humor...

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  2. Brian MillerJune 22, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    gotta love how children see the world...with possibility in their eyes...

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  3. PearlJune 22, 2010 at 10:45 AM

    Like so many things, it's all in how you look at it.

    Pearl

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  4. UnknownJune 23, 2010 at 10:27 PM

    Thanks for reading! Though I don't get much time to comment I really do appreciate it.

    Peace ~ Rene

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  5. Joanna JenkinsJune 23, 2010 at 11:16 PM

    I usually cry when I see a big, grand tree fall but this gives it new breath! Very nice Rene.
    jj

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  6. MikeJune 24, 2010 at 5:55 PM

    Everything serves a purpose!

    I like the theme of this.

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  7. Maggie MayJune 25, 2010 at 12:13 AM

    i LOVE branches and trunks across water. there is something so satisfying about it.

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  8. MichaelJune 28, 2010 at 8:12 PM

    that child like wonder! Ahhh. We all need some of that, don't we?

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  9. GiovanniOctober 12, 2010 at 4:03 PM

    I Love this piece!

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