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| Tom Easter Sunday 1962 |
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Date: March 24, 1993 THREE PENDULUM SWINGS by dc HILL Poetry, touched by soul clarity, has often come to me. I usually greet it before the morning sun. The words and spirit swing from my depths to paper. I need only arrange to find sense and meaning (at least for me). Other times, rhymes want to ferment. Obscure images frozen in the pendulum swing. Suspended, they are shrouded in perpetual grayness, like cold clouds that hold Cape Cod in March. (at least for now). Today, equinox has come. The sun swings higher to warm ocean and winds. They will distill the gray away. I should pause a little, But I won't. Instead, I sit down and write this, a simple perspective (at least for today).
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| Carol, PaPa & Tom 1962 |
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| Aunt Pat & Mom 2001 |
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| wet Penny 2001 |
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| Easter Cactus from Gram 2001 |
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