
Like an old rickety fence I am
In a gentle wind I move
Swaying this way and that
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In blustery gusts
I sway further, creaking
But upright I stay
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How I fear the stormΒ
My old timbers may not hold
A lifetime of battering has done its worse
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But if the storm breaks me
New timber added to the old
And upright I stand again
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RICKETY—BUT RENEWABLE! π
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Beautiful shot!
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Great photo and summed up the life of that old fence.
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Yes I agree! π
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Very nice! I love both the photo and the analogy here!
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Thank you π
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Fear not my bucolic friend. Old fences have a way of staying.
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Thank you and indeed they do! π
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Great poem – I love the analogy to life π
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Thank you! π
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You’re welcome π
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Love this poem. Itβs like youβve written about my life.
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Thank you! I think it applies to a few of our lives! π
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Exquisite!
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Thank you! π
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My pleasure!
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The photo is everything β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Excellent!
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Thank you! π
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful π€
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Thank you! π
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You’re most welcome π€
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