Sunday Halloo & Poem

Welcome back, dearies!  Happy Sunday!  I do hope your weekend was lovely.  We had quite a bit of rain, but I'm not complaining, though it would have been nice if the forecast had just a wee bit o' snow. . .

Anywho, I wished to share with you my latest poem, composed late one night this past week.  It centers on one word that has been on my mind since a day or two before New Year's.  More on that subject later.

But before I leave you. . . Now that the holidays are past, my blogging schedule should be back on track, more or less.  So, I wish you adieu!  Until next time.

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  1. Happy Sunday to you as well! I liked the last two lines of your poem especially. :)

  2. I love this poem, Sarah (as I do all of your poems, of course) ^.^ The message is beautiful and spurring, and I think it's very well crafted. Thanks for sharing your words with us!


To each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass, and a book of rules,
And each must make, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.