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“would”

would wyeth

Don’t normally partake in poetry, don’t know much about how poetry is “supposed” to work, but these thoughts came out this-a-way, so enjoy..!

 

“would”

would

must be the strangest word in the English language

meaning nothing.

nothing that ever actually happens

something that could have

but did not.

would is regrets.

would is a dream.

would is not there

even when we wish for it.

not the kind of wood

you knock on

or build with

or chop and burn.

but the thing you wanted to happen

but was was built up

and chopped down

and burned.

I would have

but I didn’t.

I would

if only.

what would you do

if your woulds

became

coulds?

 

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a timely hymn

Every year we sing the first verse of this hymn as a family. Holding hands in a huge circle, laughing because so many of the men-folk still don’t know any of the words, and then closing in prayer before getting in line for food. I always thought it was interesting since it isn’t really about giving thanks per-say, but-wow. It seems timely this year. Thanksgiving is a perfect time to remember our Christian love for one another (when the other loves might come and go) and to faithfully proclaim that we will all meet again sometime whether we are together today or not. Enjoy…

1.	Blest be the tie that binds 
	our hearts in Christian love; 
	the fellowship of kindred minds 
	is like to that above. 

2.	Before our Father's throne 
	we pour our ardent prayers; 
	our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
	our comforts and our cares. 

3.	We share each other's woes, 
	our mutual burdens bear; 
	and often for each other flows 
	the sympathizing tear. 

4.	When we asunder part, 
	it gives us inward pain; 
	but we shall still be joined in heart, 
	and hope to meet again.
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the tie that binds





Every year at Thanksgiving, my family joins hands and sings the first verse of this hymn. Or at least, those of us who actually know the words. (I point no fingers!)
It really is beautiful and I love that my family has made this a tradition…


“Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one
Our comforts and our cares.

We share each other’s woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.”

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it has

our creek in June



When I was fourteen I found a poetry contest and entered three poems. I soon was informed that I had won. Later I discovered the entire thing to be a scam. I threw my congratulatory letter in the fireplace like a true writer. One of the poems was about if our creek ever ran dry. It was written during the beginning of the drought we are still suffering through. The creek has run dry and I felt like republishing my old, little ditty:


“When The Creek Runs Dry” by Everly Pleasant:


“When the creek runs dry my cheeks will run wet, 

With the tears from my eyes full of fret, 

For the poor little fish that are no longer wet, 

When the creek runs dry though it hasn’t yet.”

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