Yoinn
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since 08-16-2007
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Michigan
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0 posted 07-08-2009 09:02 PM
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Mending Fences Past
Kneeling in this corn field,mending this fence,working so hard every day I fall asleep in my work clothes. It's taken two years for me to look up and see you standing here in your office dress and high heels. You look strange, out of place,after so many years of living here and never walking our beautiful land.
As you walk over to me, I look away.(fear doesn't look good on a man) I keep working as you talk about lawyers, and court dates and such. Finally, I rise and turn to look at you. I have scratched my hand on the fence and it smears on your cheek when I reach up to caress your face. We both stand and look at each other and realize how much we have changed.
In the space of those few silent seconds that we gaze at each other, all that has happened in the past that has driven us apart, is remembered, pleaded and forgiven. When I feel once again your sweet as morning sunshine kiss on my lips and your soft silk dress pressed against my dirty old denim, I know there is god in heaven that has listened to a lonely man's prayers.
On through the hot afternoon sun we work, mending everything that was broken over the years. When we're finished, we walk toward our house, tired but happy because we have mended the past out there in the corn field.
Yoin
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