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January River of Small Stones - Jan 27, 2012


Hardscrabble Fields

Someone has left a rake leaning upon the porch corner against the dirty chipped paint.
The ground appears scraped bare of all living things;
Shabbiness surrounds the house.
Is it empty?
Or are there children huddled inside trying to stay warm?
The end of January approaches and the men and boys are working hard;
But work is hard to find, and the fields of 1947 were just as hardscrabble as they are in 2012.
 January 27, 2012

Comments

Nkeiru said…
'just as hardscrabble' wow that's wonderful!
Lucid gypsy (but blogger won't let me comment again!)
Thanks for reading my stones, J and Nkeiru.

Made my journey through January worth the moments I sometimes struggled to make myself do this. I looked for your comments ~ you are so talented, both of you and many, many others like I met on The River!

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