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June 2008 
For Fee
Posted on Dec 14th, 2007
by 
Sara-bon
Sara-bon
This poem was inspired by fellow Zaadzster, Fee, and the simple brilliance of some of his recent blog comments.
Silver flashes against the sky.
Lightning makes shine the jagged branch.
One shoots upward, the other down.
Both powerful in their way.
The morning comes. The storm is gone;
the noble oak remains.
But he and I remember the night
When he was twins with the light.
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Hey I'm sorry I just saw this!
I don't know what to say………that's really nice and I'm quite humbled.
Thank you
Ah that sounds like I meant that I'm sorry that I even saw the poem! See how it's hard to convey things when you type!!
I'm sorry I didn't see it earlier is what I meant of course!
Yes, it IS hard to convey things when you type. Caring helps. Thanks for caring!
I'm glad you like the poem.
Love,
Sara
This is an excellent poem.