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In the Eye of the Tiger

A Conversation between My Cat and Dog

If, I Had It All To Do Over!

Twilight Honor

A Portrait of my Life

Fifty Years of Tears

Eternal Rest

Do You Remember When?

Mirrow Reflctions

Who Knew?

"Jack Who?"

Ain't That a Shame?

Hopefully, They will Say...

Does It Matter?

Love Found

Who Knew?

My Little Dog named-Art

Yesterday's Autumn

A Bowl of Cheers?

I Say!

My Quest

Near Miss

Dreams of Yesterday

Do You Remember?


When is it all going to end?


Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

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The Wheat Harvest

To the horizon and far beyond,
wavering in the sultry summer
breeze, the golden staple
gleams in the hot amber sun.

Dusty, dirt roads winding in and out,
as horse drawn wagons await their
turn at the old threshing machine spout.

The startling sound of a pheasant
taking flight, over the golden
field it effortlessly glides.

The harvest has begun, bushel
after bushel of life giving
grain will soon make a ton.
The world awaits this
bounty that mankind has
labored for with heated
brow and strife.

Known to all as…
Bread, brot, matzah,
pain, kulich or simply as;
God’s gift of life.  

The year...
Nineteen Thirty Five.

Jackie R. Kays

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