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Spark To Elder
Standing at the fireside,
The spark of life I eyed,
Flying into the night air.
Wind blowing her hair;
Boarding awaiting mare,
To ride without any care;
Into life’s clouds she slid,
A new life at desires bid.
An Ivory Palace enwalled;
No thoughts now recalled.
Tied by life’s silver cord,
To this worlds great hoard;
Not to live another’s will,
True to all things be real.
To sow whatever she may;
Reaping some future day,
With every action made,
Life’s debt she has paid.
Returning to the fireside;
Newest elder with pride!
poem
by
Joseph Blitch
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