Rise

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Red Maple seed floats merrily on wings;
hoping to find a place from which to rise.
Landing between the crack of a rock;
with little soil, and almost no chance of survival;
it puts down a root;
forever changing the future of that rock!

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Quadrille Monday, and Merril, at d’Verse, asked us to use some form of the word rise. I decided to put a little different Spring twist to it and came up with this Quadrille of exactly 44 words.

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Backfire (a Quadrille)

Farmall M 13

The old red Farmall M

     sits idly in the field

Not shiny red,

     but still

     its engine roars

     like fifty Harleys

     passing by

Shotgun cracks

     shoot fire into the sky

Grandson and Grandpa

     enjoy the flame

     that blows out its pipe

     with every crack

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Farmall M Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today Dee asked to write a Quadrille for d’Verse Poetry Pub and use the word fire in in it.  This old tractor holds a lot of nostalgia for me. I drove one as a teen on my uncle’s farm for five summers. Now they are just show pieces for collectors.

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