All Things Pass And So Will This.

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We walked through blankets of
yellow and brown leaves
that masked the black grasses
of the drought.

Then came the fires,
scorched, wee, mammals,
absence of birdsong
and children playing.

Winter brought its own torments,
torrential rain that flooded
the lands.
We held hands, you and I,

swept the sludge away,
as the waters receded,
waited ‘til our homes dried out,
cried rivers of grief.

Now we're at war with
a dreaded virus,
no cure, no exit plan
but as with all things

that come to plague us,
they end.
All things pass
and so will this.

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Bri Edwards 04 October 2021

Well, Ruthie, if the plague passes (and my mate doesn't believe in it; I'm undecided on the issue) so too will some people you've known. It's part of 'life'. Did God plan things well? O'course, I don't believe in Her. bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 04 October 2021

Ruth, I don't understand 'scorched, wee, mammals'. Well I DO understand the 3 words (i think) , but not what the 3 are doing here. ? ;)

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Robert Murray Smith 15 January 2021

All things do pass. A fine poem.

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