Last day of the year
Just two hours on the mountain
Our lad breaks his arm
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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This borken-winged boy makes me think of a poem I learned in High School, "Dreams" by Langston Hughes. Hold fast, Hold fast to your dreams, broken-winged boy!
ReplyDeleteHold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.