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We come up to the line
that we should not cross
its sacred ground for pause
while silver is removed from dross

the norm begins at left,
right the to moves swiftly
its quizzical to see opposite reversed
when traveling west in flight

we are alerted by color like sun
in stick figures of black
its a sign of the times
caution while under attack

the journey begins when small
corporately when we get old
as parents X marks the spot
forgotten what we need to hold.


About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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