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a single Mother works hard for her own piece of paradise somewhere in the woods she and her two children dwell like eagles high among the cliffs above a wild wide river she is kind she is caring she is audacious she is daring she works diligently in a job where she gives all of herself often there seems to be little left but she manages to be present on the weekends for her children for her friends for the wilderness that is her life she's earned her piece of heaven she's got bold plans in the making she is going somewhere specific when her working years get over she's making her persistence pay off then one morning the smoke of a fire set by human hand sets off alarm bells through her heart throughout the Gorge she realizes the magnitude of what she could lose big plans become instantly small when she realizes circumstance changes all and the other dreams begin to burn and fall the children, her friends and a few possessions the fire cannot take her visions and her resolve to dream. ******************* written directly to the page grey snowflakes began blanketing Portland at this week's start I imagine this is what it was like in 1980, when Mount St. Helen blew. That was nature. This was man. The forest and all living creatures stand to lose everything too...their lives. ******************* legal copyright for original work/poem 11:08am PST September 8, 2017. and also for this writer/author Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World this poem is dedicated to our friend, Salena and her family and her dreams, her right to dream. Vote for this poem |
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