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Saturday, February 28, 2015


The Stream at the bottom of the Field.



The day our mother was buried,



I walked down the fields,



To the stream where we played as children,



A stream you could step over,



But to a boy of six, it was the Amazon.








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  1. Captain ZMarch 6, 2015 at 3:07 PM

    My condolence Jim... I buried my mother last Easter, know the feeling. Very nice post & pics... reminded me of my young days when you said it looked as Amazon in your eyes...... all the world looked different then - through the eyes of our early youth.... cheers, Zoran

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  2. Jim Schofield March 8, 2015 at 12:55 PM

    Thank you,

    It's not something I thought I would have done, but when you re-visit childhood places, the passage of time and our changed view of the world becomes even more apparent.

    Jim

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  3. UnknownMarch 10, 2015 at 1:54 PM

    Nice one.

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