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The backyard

The backyard

like trees 

I see the children growing 

stretching in the breeze

branches full of promises

beautiful are their leaves  

  and I feel a certain pride

 I see their imperfections

still, this feeling I can't hide

 But then a thought gets roots

 from deep inside my head

filling me with helplessness,

shadowing my soul with dread;

what if the rain refuse to fall one day?

will this not make their soil decay 

 turning their future to sand?

if the sun leaves them tomorrow  

  so helplessly I'll stand,  

 suddenly I know that I'm just a gardener

nothing but a man,

  trying to prune, and guide direction;

doing the best I can  

but there are so many things I cannot do

my abilities are so few

I fall on my knees, my pride blown away 

 praying for God’s grace and mercy

to fall on them each day 

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Tony Taylor

YO!! CHRISTOPHER!! (smiles).......this is a brilliant conception ........and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!.......loved the perspective...and its eloquence......." and suddenly I know I'm just a gardener".......great stuff brother poet!!......high fives!!.......ALL STARS........LOVE and ROCKETS!!.........T xo   ?

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Christopher Correia

yo!  T, D, thanks for encouragement, I need it believe me, i'm hard on my work, honestly I hold my breathe and close my eyes to post, most of the time, appreciate this bro, cheers

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Paula Lee Perry

Christopher...Wow, great depth of thought comes pouring out on us through this one! Thanks for the gentle reminder. Great write. I like it.        Have a blessed weekend!       Paula

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Larry Ran

My Brother Poet Chris,

The constant gardener, snedding, in the rainless valley.  Trying to bring the sun's life giving warmth to the progeny of mankind.  Yet, he sees, that the creators of these offspring, have but jeopardized  their futures by raping the Mother Earth.  So, he turns to his most powerful implement, the cultivation of God.

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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Christopher Correia

wow, Brother Larry, always so profound, awesome comment so thankful for your kind words, hugs

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Rose Sho

This is lovely Chris.... Beautifully conceived and well written...You're always a pleasure to read.

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