Time to collect sticks and slimy stones from forest stream.
To bandage boo-boos, kiss my childrens’ playtime injuries.
Time to spread knowledge; a patient gardener sowing seeds.
To keep the fingers dancing, a week-long writing jamboree.
To everything, a season emerges for all I want and need.
dVerse Poet’s Pub: Pen a Quadrille (44 lines) to include some form of the word “season.” Join us.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Aw, this was such a lovely tribute to playtime in the woods. Plenty of happy childhood memories here! 🙂
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Thank you. I also remember my outside play fondly. I still prefer the outdoors. So glad my children also love frolicking in the forest, so I can continue to build fairy houses and see sticks and slimy stones as sacred treasures. 💜
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I love the playfulness of spring… this is the time to play.
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Thank you, and I agree. Spring is the best time for wild and spontaneous adventures.
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K, a wonderful title and oh yes on the last line. Every moment and how every moment fits together an ongoing miracle…
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Thank you, Lisa. The spring is always over busy time for me, but I believe that I will have all the help I need to get by.
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You’re welcome.
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Yes, outdoors weather is here 😊😊
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Wonder how much class I can get away with outdoors. The ones that take place after dark may be challenging. 😂 Thank you for commenting and reading, Jim.
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😊😊
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I love the gentle, lilting rhyme of this.
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Thank you. The song was an immediate pop, and tried to think of my seasonal changes as well. Cheers.
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Such a great song, love it! 🙏🏻❤️
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Ty, John. Happy spring!
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” a patient gardener sowing seeds.”
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Indeed. I do try, as I’ve seen how such small things can grow into greatness.
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Lovely poem. I especially like the closing lines. They wrapped up the poem perfectly.
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Many thanks. 😊
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You lovely poem has me minded of summers in the south when I was young. Playing with my cousin along the creek yon back of my grandmama’s field. Thank you for that.
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What great memories indeed. I love making new memories in adventures with my littles.
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So beautiful!!
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Thank you. 🦋
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Tend with patience K.
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Thank you, Rob. Will do. 💜
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This is my favorite part: To keep the fingers dancing, a week-long writing jamboree.
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😊Thank you, Grace. Let’s hope I can keep the poetry party going.
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That’s the truth. Wonderful and so beautifully expressed, K. 💜
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💜 Thank you. I look forward; it’s perhaps one of my greatest traits.
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Very well done! Seems like we are always ready for the next coming season.
Love the Byrds!
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Thank you, Dwight. I know we are all awaiting consistency warm days. Spring is a tease.😂
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You are welcome! Yes, it is like a roller coaster!
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And time to read some lovely poetry. ❤
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