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Remember, dear Hope, Of peace, plenty, joy and love? ‘Fore it ever came

When steel meant a plough? When Kings were bedtime stories? World was small and sane.

The whisper of crops? Days of a lingering sun? The peace of plenty.

Children loved, not scorned, Barefoot running in green fields? Our village had wealth.

*

Warm night, fiddles screech, Knees up, laughter, and beer talk. Eyes tangle, lives change.

I stammered and blushed You danced with me anyway. The world fell away.

I polish your name It glitters when I say it. You granted me Hope.

Berry smears on chins, Juice, and cream, and tastes of you. A season of joy.

*

Coat of harvest dust, Your fathers stone hands and face. A rare smile, embrace.

Blessings by Brown Wen, The wise old knot of a crone. A long stare, then grins.

Vows swapped like diamonds, Grains thrown like dragons toss pearls. My life joined with Hope’s.

The bridesmaids giggle, And then blush, and then leave us. Fingers and limbs twine.

Bill Thoo

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