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Monday, October 8, 2018

A slower pace
















I use to be in a hurry… Racing up a steady incline,
Worrying about having enough time…
Needing to get to an imagined finish line.

Maybe age has caused me to pause—
I don’t know… I like that I’ve slowed down,
Taking the time to look around…

Noting hills aren’t always green…
Sometimes they take on hues of mauve,
Orange, or even aubergine.


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"The Hare and the Crow"   by Amanda Clark
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8 comments:

  1. kaykualaOctober 8, 2018 at 4:46 PM

    I like that I’ve slowed down
    Taking the time to look around

    It is most rewarding to give time. Little things may mean a lot when one gives it a second peek.

    Hank

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  2. purplepeninportland.comOctober 8, 2018 at 5:45 PM

    Hills are not always green. If you didn't pause, you would never know that.

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  3. Carrie Van HornOctober 9, 2018 at 11:37 AM

    There is a beautiful truth here in your beautiful words here Vicki. Lovely rhyming indeed!!

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  4. C. SandlinOctober 10, 2018 at 12:30 PM

    Really enjoyed this--it was so rhythmic I wanted to hear it read. :)

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