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The Nest
Made of twigs, perched high in the sky
atop a smoke stack, not hidden from thine eye.
The twigs they poke, let in the smoke,
it hurts and I feel blind.
Safety is fleeting in the nest,
it's positioning is quite volatile.
I'm going, you're coming, I'm coming, you're going,
yet we watch over it all the while.
I know it will not last forever,
the wind will eventually blow it down.
But not until all that we treasure
has flown away will it fall to the ground.
So until then I'll keep coming back
to the nest as it sits atop the old smoke stack.
I'll take the pokes, fan away the smoke,
and build again once it's collapsed.
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Comment by Karrie Chambless on February 17, 2011 at 6:55pm
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THANK YOU JAMI! It just poured right out. Guess I'd already done my toilin'.
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Comment by Jami Ward on February 17, 2011 at 6:48pm
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It's awesome. That's it - awesome. You done good, girl. Really, REALLY good!
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thank YOU! it's a beautiful photo Robert. the inspiration was immediate, and complete; no toiling involved!
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Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on February 16, 2011 at 10:49pm
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Karrie, Thank you for this wondrful work! I'm very glad that my photo inspired you to write this. I am flattered.
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gosh! thank you lisa! and yes, i just JUST wrote it. the photo spoke to me...
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Comment by wiffledust on February 16, 2011 at 10:00pm
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you just JUST wrote this??? seriously i'm thinking it's the best thing you've submitted thusfar, and i like ALOT of your stuff! WOW!!!!!!! karrie, WOW!!
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