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energy
atop the carnival tent there was a spire
it reached the sky, from my young eyes
illuminated by the sun, energy from the rays
transmitted to the wonder, in the eyes of the youthful
yellowed, bright in the eyes of their elders
all in one current through their years
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This is my Six Line Poem in Response to the Prompt from Girlie on the Edge “Energy”
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The sun, our main source of energy. I only wish we got more of it in the Winter in Canada.
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Nice phrase describing children: “bright in the eyes of their elders”
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Ah, to be young and enjoying such things! It’s fun at the time, fun again when you take the children, and i am imagining it will be again with grandchildren.
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