We Have Known

We Have Known

What if the path chosen to hike

through a meadow up the rocky hill

past the wildflowers blooming free:

clover, yarrow, lupine, and more

then stopped so suddenly

at a homestead built stone by stone

with echos of the struggles left

of a home now tumbling down—

of distant cries of daily toil

of laughter when they’d joy

of worries when a sickness strikes

of music when life was blessed

and see that times of those long gone

held all of life’s hurt and hope

held them, faced them, and moved on

like those that we have known.

Sheri Edwards

11.02.22 308.365.22

Poetry/Photography

Reflect curiosity and wonder --Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness...

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