As peace fills my heart.
Way up high in the sky
Many stars twinkle
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Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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The Glens Left Quieter
The passage a’ time cannae erase the hurt— Ah want tae tak ye doon the past, tae darker spells in Alba’s legacy. ... Ah mind when the weans and families ootnumbered the bleatin’ o’ sheep— when the land lay rich and breathin’, afore it was reined in for profit dressed as progress, ower hill and glen, through bogs o’ reekin’ peat. ... We were lifted— hauled like cargo— flung ower the ocean tae a New World that didnae ken our names. ... As auld Field Marshal Raglan led men tae die in Crimea, many o’ oor ain were sent awa— the glens left thinner, quieter. ... And those that stayed— the lairds’ men came creeping, no wi’ banners, but wi’ papers and fire. ... They took the hames from lassies and weans, bold where there were none tae fight back— cowards, aye, that wouldnae face the men if the men had still been there. ... And when the soldiers, worn and torn, returned, what waited but the wind— slippin’ through emptied glens and valleys, where nought but sheep remain, and nae voices left tae outnumber them. * Thanks for reading!
By Paul Stewartabout 2 hours ago in Poets
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How beautiful!💕✨