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Is it the hunger of children

that brings the beast to prowl.

Crying out the souls of poverty as

sticks and stones lay down their head.

Salty tears drying just below

the eyes of today’s forgotten,

dripped onto the little feet

without footprints to follow.

Callused soles of traveled miles,

rubbed into the distain  of nothingness,

from thick leather boots stepping

on the fear of the lost children.

Copyrighted:  2018  CMM

Happy Summer Solstice ! I celebrated it in communion with nature !

my daughter posted this and I loved it . It is worthy of reposting .

All the above! Running saved my life .

Full Moon

Morning Prayer

Carry my hopes

Protect my cares

Last moon of spring

Spent from a season

May summer be kind

@CMM. 2018

A wonderful day with my son ❤️.

my daughter sent me this … thank you

Oh the Banter,

And the laughs

Smiles and words

Returned a gaff

Wit and fun

Memories made

A morning breakfast

relationship laid

@ CMM 2018

I love the constant references of writers, evoking the artist memories of the word left behind