The Ancient Willow

R. C. Svendsen

A while back, I wrote up a post entitled What Good is a Roll Without Butter? about my dear brother-in-law Jonathan and how we composed a poem over the course of two days via text message.

Another while back, my husband, brother-in-law, and I were out on a jaunt in the little ol’ white Honda, and composed the following moving sonnet. We alternated lines as we rolled down the highway.

My lines – will be in regular type
Timothy’s lines – will be in bold type
Jonathan’s lines – will be in blue italics

The willow tree lies barren in the glen.
Its leaves have fallen down to grow nomore.
Its mournful beauty still forgot by men,
Who wander aimlessly toward beck’ning shore.
What memories it holds and tales could tell,
Of evil and courageous deeds of yore,
Of yonder church when peals its wedding bell,
And cries of men who…

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Memory Field

DoubleU = W

at first glance this appears a maze

of granite, marble, grass

row on row of standing stone

etched with dates, names

flowers, crucifixes, clouds

.

under each, lies a life, a

death

.

the field brings the names

back, fresh to the mind

but does it do justice to

who they were or what

their time meant, the

events they witnessed, the

company they kept, the

memories they made, the

memories they brought here

with them to this field

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Vicky's Scrapbook

So if you’re like me and get bored of your wallpapers easily, you could give this little hack a try. I do all my edits for my phone wallpaper on the iPhone. I’m on Instagram very frequently and I love scrolling through quotes; the inspirational ones that match my situation/mood that week often become my new wallpaper.

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Paige doll

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