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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Training for Sunday Whirl #100


Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!





the master die
lays straight the track
calls the train
to stretch from way back

a march to place
urging wordful hope
bound to dreams and
faint marks of change

thunders down the rail
to create  
one full share of days
for every street

♥     ♥    ♥

7 comments:

Stan Ski said...

A journey we all have to face...

Naquillity said...

and such is life... beautifully written... hope all is well. have a great day~

undercaws.com said...

The final line is my favorite. Well placed! Training...we're all in training...

Walt Wojtanik said...

We keep learning from one another; ever in training. Excellent expression.

sabrabowers said...

I like calls the train to stretch from way back. Well done.

teri said...

You create a feeling of strength and sureness. For me the impact is one of solid ground despite movement.

flaubert said...

We are indeed in training every day, Susan. I love the sounds in this poem. Nice.

Pamela