plain wooden fence post
 buried four feet under~
 my father's labor

(written for Carpe Diem’s  prompt: ‘fence’ as suggested by Lolly)

…or…on second thought of my twenty-two or so…

silent fence post
 buried four feet under~
 my father's love
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10 Comments

    • ha ha. Actually, these fence posts are still subject to high winds! They feign eternity, but alas, there are always fences that need mending on the plains.

  1. Great thoughts angie! The labors of love can never be downplayed. They were extended with all sincerity! Nicely!

    Hank

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