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Winter Comes quietly

As the daylight becomes short,
I will have to wander more
The quiet of the evening’s shadows
Close over my ways with a new coolness

I always find this a comfort
People stay their thoughts early,
Yet the morning still brings
The laughter of the children

They wander past to school,
Our future is hidden there
To be awakened by learned thoughts
It is for us to guide them

Please don’t tell them what to do
Teach them to be just themselves
There in the light of their thoughts
All things will become possible.

Always remember that it is their world
We are just the teachers and guardians.
Guardians of their physical beings.
We have not grown enough to be other

I can only hold them until they fly.
When their time comes to be
I shall guide them from the other place.
I call it home, and they can think to me.

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love that line and the entire poem

Let your mercy spill on all those
burning hearts in hell( L.Cohen)

Thank you for your visit,
This was written for someone in their 40's who has been through a lot of problems, and use to look after Children in an Orphanage.
They have been very low in their day to day ways, I talk to them most days but this was an extra write as I sometimes do..
I use to write for people in many places, even on Beer mats lol.
I will have a look at your work also, Take care and it is lovely to walk with more people each day, Yours Ian ..

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from this one, was that; you don't have to tell the children what to do, if you have shown them by example. Do not despair if they wander off on their own path, they will make mistakes and error, but if you have shown them the way, they will go right. Thanks for the reminder. ~ Gee.

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Thank you for your good interpretation of this piece you are very right..
I sit here each morning at 8am Till 9-30 am during that time the children that go to the school just down the road pass by and their brightness enhances my days.
Then I know that I was right in giving my children a free choice, in their way of life I was just the caretaker and guide for them..
They have done well and I am so proud of them,
Yours as always Ian ..

Words can build a nation

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An old hand at the tiller as the young set the sails, nice thoughts. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Many thanks for your visit to my scribbles.
Hope all is well with you and yours.
Take care out there,
Yours Ian ..

Words can build a nation

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