The spring craves water

The spring craves water.
Is, does, always will.
A hammer is something else when it’s not being used.
Any tool can tell you
something is lost when it’s not being used.
My dog cries when she gets left behind.
Some of the kids do, too.
It’s really no wonder your hands are so soft,
you don’t use them much either.

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4 Responses to The spring craves water

  1. alison says:

    I can’t get over how you paint and write…both so beautiful…

    If you have anymore kickbacks from gmail I’m alisonshwedo@yahoo.com.

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  2. sleepinghill says:

    Thanks, Alison. That means a lot to me.

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  3. damyantig says:

    Great imagery, striking words. Keep writing, I will keep coming back for more:)
    http://amloki.blogspot.com
    http://damyantiwrites.wordpress.com

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  4. rick mobbs says:

    Hi damyantig, good to hear from you again. It is funny, I was thinking of you yesterday. I’ll be coming over to visit. Thanks for your kind words.

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