How I Measure Time Poem by Francie Lynch

How I Measure Time

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The hands have moved.
The sun is up and down.
Stars shift.
Tides advance and recede.
Trees add rings.
Winter over. Spring here.
The oven is pre-heated.
The oil change is due.
But with you,
Is immeasureable.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: astronomy ,cooking,love,love and life,seasons,spring,time,timeless,winter
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 23 April 2015

We do not realise how valuable time is until we accept it is not forever. Thank You

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 April 2015

Very nicely envisioned and presented. A beautiful poem I like most. Thanks for sharing.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 April 2015

Very nicely envisioned and presented. A beautiful poem I like most.

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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