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You may have noticed we have been posting some of Anita’s poems lately, and they have been well received.

This is one of mine from 1975…

Rain

The pale blue sky above us

Fresh washed with Nature’s tears

The flower heads are bent over

As if by passing years.

Over kissed with rain

They cannot lift their heads

To seek the sunshine shining

Softly on the flowerbeds.

We too suffer life’s showers

Our backs bend with the strain

But unlike fragile flowers

We always survive the rain…

©Jaye Marie 1975