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brick and mortar

we greet the future
armed with comfortable patterns
invincible plaids

indestructible
time-honored, ready to ride
ingenuity

let the kids all laugh
make hobbies of our old ways
just leave them alone

they always come home


2014-Rene


New York at Night-Vivienne Gucwa
(via Magpie Tales)








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  1. MaryJanuary 5, 2014 at 6:54 PM

    Indeed, it seems at one time or another the children DO come home...though at earlier times in their lives they wanted to move FAR, far away.

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  2. Brian MillerJanuary 5, 2014 at 6:55 PM

    ha. yes they do make hobbies of the old
    its funny how things come back around...

    i wish they all made it home.

    happy new year rene.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 5, 2014 at 8:15 PM

    Rene, nice to see you in the pantry at the start of this new year. Love your poem. Invincible plaids is cool!

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  4. CharleenJanuary 5, 2014 at 9:19 PM

    I like the carefree attitude of this poem.

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  5. brudbergJanuary 6, 2014 at 5:01 AM

    I agree.. children have more sense than what grown-up thinks...

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  6. Sumana RoyJanuary 6, 2014 at 5:05 AM

    love that joyous affirmation at the end....

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  7. BerowneJanuary 6, 2014 at 5:17 AM

    Innovative and quite enjoyable...

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  8. Stormcat PoetryJanuary 6, 2014 at 11:19 AM

    Good juncture, Brick and Mortar and coming home. The beginning and the end are different yet the same. "One eternal round"

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  9. humbirdJanuary 6, 2014 at 3:30 PM

    'let the kids all laugh
    make hobbies of our old ways
    just leave them alone' ~ love it!

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  10. Tess KincaidJanuary 6, 2014 at 4:25 PM

    Give me a tartan and I can do anything...

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  11. LaTonya BaldwinJanuary 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM

    Fresh, fun. Well done.

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  12. 21 WitsJanuary 7, 2014 at 12:26 AM

    Absolutely so, and going home is wonderful!

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  13. Other MaryJanuary 7, 2014 at 12:00 PM

    Yup, always.

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  14. HelenJanuary 7, 2014 at 1:17 PM

    Going home, no matter how old we are ... it feels good.

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  15. Kathe W.January 7, 2014 at 11:38 PM

    it would be lovely to still be able to go home and see my mom. This is a very lovable poem!

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  16. hyperCRYPTICalJanuary 9, 2014 at 10:55 AM

    Lovely stuff - and they/we always do go home - even if just for a little while.
    Anna :o]

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