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Jan 24, 2015 7:16:25 GMT -5
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Post by Scottish Lassie on Jan 24, 2015 7:16:25 GMT -5
An Ode To The Seasons Autumn's leaves of red and gold, fall to the ground and then do mold. Winter's snow lies thick and white, and everything appears so bright. Comes the Spring, which brings the rain, and nature stirs to life again. When Summer ripens fields of corn, I sure am glad that I was born.
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Jan 24, 2015 15:56:10 GMT -5
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Post by ladylinda on Jan 24, 2015 15:56:10 GMT -5
Chris, this is lovely. If you'll forgive me for making a couple of suggestions for improvements I'd change it slightly to read:
An Ode to the Seasons
Autumn's leaves of red and gold fall to the ground and there they mould, Winter's snow lies thick and white, and everything is shining white. Comes the Spring, which brings the rain, and nature stirs to life again. When Summer ripens fields of corn, I am glad that I was born.
Just my two-pennysworth!
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Jan 26, 2015 8:21:06 GMT -5
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Post by Scottish Lassie on Jan 26, 2015 8:21:06 GMT -5
Chris, this is lovely. If you'll forgive me for making a couple of suggestions for improvements I'd change it slightly to read: An Ode to the Seasons Autumn's leaves of red and gold fall to the ground and there they mould, Winter's snow lies thick and white, and everything is shining white. Comes the Spring, which brings the rain, and nature stirs to life again. When Summer ripens fields of corn, I am glad that I was born. Just my two-pennysworth! Quite nice ladylinda, but I still prefer my own version. Thoughts seem to come from out of the blue, so I write it as I get it. I was inspired to write this also. Jesus is my refuge and I love him so, He consoles and comforts me, whenever I am low. He uplifts me with His love and with His hand in mine, guides me safely to that place wherein dwells Love Divine.
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